Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

Now that Tong Hu has gone to Ali Tucheng, Miji has gone to Guo's Racecourse, and everyone else is performing their duties, so only Zhao Jiuchou can be dispatched by him.

Zhao Jiuchou didn't care, and said lightly: "Whatever you want, you know, I'm really not interested in leading troops."

Guo Ye hummed, then returned to his seat on the wooden pier, and asked casually, "Is there anything else?"

Zhao Jiuchou didn't leave after speaking, obviously she still had something to do.

Hearing Guo Ye's question, he still had a calm and indifferent expression, and said unhurriedly: "The leader of Samba entered the city of Tuva two hours ago, and brought a thousand slaves into the city at the same time. He said he wanted to deliver these Tubo slaves to you personally. Right now, he is staying at the teahouse opposite the inn, and Guan Shuban has been sitting by his side."

The old dog Samba is here again?

Also took the initiative to send a thousand slaves for use in Ali Tucheng?

Guo Ye was a little surprised when he heard about it. This stingy old ghost would also take the initiative to bleed heavily. It's not easy!

But he is very clear why Samba is so active and attentive, and what is his purpose for coming, he is like a mirror in his heart.

It was nothing more than the thousand heads of the Tibetans thrown across the border three days ago.

However, Zhao Jiuchou was wicked enough to hang the samba in the tea shop for two hours. I guess this old man would have a urgency after drinking tea frequently?

Immediately there was another burst of laughter, and said happily to Zhao Jiuchou: "I really have you, but I like it. The incident happened three days ago, and this old boy came late to see me, so he can be considered calm."

Then he waved his hand, wrapped his arms around Zhao Jiuchou's shoulder that never left his sword, and said, "Come on, accompany me to meet this Tubo old fox, and see how he justifies his previous secret troubles."

Chapter 280 is finally here

After Guo Ye entered the tea shop, the big shop was empty, only Guan Jiujiu was sitting alone, but there was no sign of Samba.

After asking Guan Jiujiu, he found out that it was the seventh time that Samba had to go to the latrine to urinate urgently.

After listening to Guo Ye's dark music, he was speechless to Samba, a stingy old fox. Why do you drink so much tea?If you don't need to spend money to drink tea, you can't drink it to death?

After he sat down firmly and Guan Jiujiu filled a bowl of emerald green tea soup for him, Samba returned slowly with unsteady steps.

Seeing that this guy's face is as white as snow than Huizhou rice paper, it's probably because he's about to urinate and collapse.

Guo Ye waved at Guan Jiujiu and asked him to wait outside the tea shop with Zhao Jiuchou first, and then greeted Samba with a kind smile on his face:

"I'm busy with official duties, I kept the Samba leader waiting for a long time, forgive me!"

Samba came here this time to test whether Guo Ye knew what he was doing secretly.

Now that Guo Ye's words were heard in his ears, and the indifferent and perfunctory attitude in his speech was seen in his eyes, he immediately felt guilty.

Guessing furtively in his heart, could it be that the surname Guo has already seen the seamless plan of the head man to kill with a knife?

After this thought flashed in his mind, Samba felt more and more that he had come to the right place. He secretly made up his mind to mend the relationship between the two before Guo Ye questioned him.

After all, he only pretended to be Guo Ye's Longxi Army in the past, but what he really had to deal with were the wild wolf horse bandits who frequently crossed the border to harass his territory.

Moreover, because the opening of the big markets in the two countries is coming soon, Samba will never allow the fat from his lips to disappear due to small mistakes.

So, he approached Guo Ye, found a seat by himself and sat down, pretending not to know about the incident between the Longxi Army and the Yelangyu horse bandits two days ago, and also had a harmless smile on his face, almost sneering at Guo Ye Greeted:

"Aha, Mr. Guo! It's been a long time since I saw you, and I want to show off my true nature. I wonder how Mr. Guo is doing recently?"

wipe!

When Guo Ye saw that Samba was pretending to be confused, he couldn't help but feel annoyed, bastard, I'll let you continue pretending to be a grandson.

To be honest, he didn't want to expose this grandson's trick of killing someone with a knife in front of Samba.

It's not because he's afraid of samba, but because he thinks samba still has value to use.If you lose this interest partner for the sake of knowing the moment, the loss outweighs the gain.

Anyway, the future is long, and sooner or later he will settle the old and new scores with this grandson.

Immediately he nodded at Samba and said with a smile: "Haha, it's been a long time. But thanks to the blessing of the leader of Samba, I'm doing very well, very well."

As the saying goes, don't do bad things for people, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night.

No matter what Guo Ye said was intentional or unintentional, it was a different flavor to Samba's ears anyway.

From what he heard, Guo Ye was complaining, veiledly complaining that he was not authentic enough, not righteous enough, that in order to deal with the horse thieves in Yelangyu, he even plotted with his alliance partners.

……

Mend, must mend.

Compared with Guo Ye's alliance of interests, Samba felt that the more than a thousand subordinates who died in Wumapo were not even a fart.

Isn't it just over a thousand slaves?The Tubo Kingdom lacks everything, except slaves.

After correcting his mentality, Samba smiled and said: "That's good, that's good. It's not a big deal for me to come here this time. I just sent Mr. Guo the thousand slaves you asked for before. Haha Well, although the two countries’ bazaar was opened in Ali Tucheng, it’s still a product of our cooperation.”

Guo Ye sneered in his heart, how could he fail to understand what Samba said like a needle in the cotton, it was nothing more than testing Guo Ye, whether there was any change and wavering in the matter of the alliance holding the market.

However, Guo Ye still said that the anger in his heart was quietly hidden, and he pretended to be happy and replied: "Oh, the head of the Samba actually transported the slaves here in advance? Haha, this is a good thing, to be able to be like you It is my honor to cooperate with a responsible partner."

huh~~

Samba finally breathed a sigh of relief. Guo Ye was willing to take him a thousand slaves, which meant that the alliance's bazaar would not be changed or changed.

After much deliberation, it was a false alarm!

Guo Ye yelled out the door again: "Zhao Jiuchou, you are responsible for accepting the [-] slaves from the headman of Samba, and sending them to Ali Tucheng in person, and handing them over to Pang Feihu for his arrangement."

Zhao Jiuchou responded, "Here!"

Then, there was the sound of hasty footsteps leaving.

After calming down, Samba heard Guo Ye's words to Zhao Jiuchou, and couldn't help but hesitated again, "Master Guo, what, you don't know, these thousand slaves are the best slaves in my place. Young, strong, and willing to work hard, even if you have one meal a day, they can still work hard for you. Look..."

Your mother's samba is really black-hearted. One meal a day and slaves work hard. Is this fucking human?These are people, not animals.

Guo Ye couldn't help feeling sympathetic to these Tubo slaves who couldn't control their own destiny and were treated like livestock by Samba.

But he also understood what Samba meant.

He was reaching out to ask himself for money. How could this old dog give him a slave for no reason?

Moreover, I had promised him before that in the future, the salaries of the slaves would be handed over to Samba himself, and he would arrange the distribution by himself.

Now that he has promised, even if Guo Ye hates Samba, he will not deny this account.

Immediately there was another yell at the door, shouting: "Guan Jiujiu, go, take the Samba headman to Fatty Zhu's place, and transfer the three-month salary of the thousand slaves to Samba." Leader. We must keep our word."

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