[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

Spring is deep, and the endless prairie has gradually entered the best time of the year. Caravans have arrived at the plains beside the river one after another, bringing merchants from all over the world.

Chao Luomen's guess was correct. Most of the caravans selling grain, salt and slaves came from the west, while the southern caravans carried more cloth, tea, sugar and wine.

The big caravan has a fixed relationship with the big tribes, and the supply is also tight to the ruling families of the two tribes first. Only after the Khan Nayans pick out the rest, the caravan is willing to supply the remaining Tartars.

As for those small caravans that are not large in size, they are very self-aware that they are not worthy of the powerful, so they can earn not bad profits by serving the wealthy herdsmen honestly.

With the gathering of caravans, people even set up a simple market on the edge of the plain. Prosperity at that time.

For Miao Xuan, this royal court is not a royal court. Compared with listening to Dari Gachi recalling his childhood, he would of course be more willing to visit this market and buy some good things as cheaply as possible—— Of course, if you want to achieve the latter goal, you still have to rely on off-court assistance.

Walking in the market, Miao Xuan could hear the hustle and bustle of carriages and pedestrians, and languages ​​from various ethnic groups flowed among them. This was probably the most frequently used moment when Miao Xuan came to this world and downloaded the language pack. There is no need for translation when communicating with others, which is very convenient.

"Ma'am! This is the most fashionable color in our place. It is also embroidered with gold thread. Look at how bright it is. Even the queen and princess can't put it down..."

"Huh! The cloth is thick but the stitches are sparse, and these patterns and embroidery are all painted on. If you pass through the water once, it will fall apart..."

As soon as Miao Xuan turned his head, he found that his off-field aid was on target again, and he was holding a red cloth wrapped in gold at the moment, with a serious expression on his face - he knew who he was going to buy it for without thinking.

"Wait a minute! Let's change the color!" Miao Xuan immediately interrupted the conversation, trying to make a last resort, "Didn't a business traveler send cloth here a few days ago? I remember that we bought a lot, it should be Is it enough already?"

There is nothing to say about Aunt Lin's craftsmanship, but the dark red robe is already conspicuous enough, if it is replaced by Zhenghong...

Aunt Lin was sternly criticizing the profiteering Western cloth merchant, she immediately turned her head when she heard the words, as if changing her face, her disdainful and contemptuous expression turned into gentle water in an instant, and she only heard her whisper: "Little Your Highness, you have reached the age of marriage, although we have not yet decided on a bride, but we have to prepare now, those are far from enough... Besides, those reds are not correct, how can I make you use old materials?!"

Miao Xuan suddenly felt a headache.

Not everyone can accept the religious reasons he tried to come up with. Aunt Lin does not believe in Changshengtian from the bottom of her heart. She firmly resists the idea of ​​His Royal Highness not marrying forever, and is still trying to get him to have a family and a career— —There is no man in this world who is unwilling to get married. It must be that noble ladies are rare among the Tartars, so that His Royal Highness has never met a girl who can make him love.

Miao Xuan: ...

What else can Miao Xuan do? In the face of this overbearing paternalistic concept of "my child is very good, the problem must be someone else's fault", what he said is useless.

He had no choice but to sigh: "Aunt Lin, I don't need it."

So Aunt Lin sighed softly: "Yes, according to the custom, you should prepare blue and white cloth, and you can't wear red when you get married here."

The favorite colors of the Tartars are white and blue, and the least favorite color is black. This hobby is also related to the belief in the grassland. There are many theories, and the most widely spread is that the two colors of blue and white imply worshiping the longevity heaven.

Therefore, among the Tartars, the dresses of noble families are inseparable from blue and white, even for weddings.

Although the core contradiction was avoided, but the color was changed anyway, Miao Xuan thought blue and white is good, how gentle and low-key, can also be worn at ordinary times, and it matches better with the silver and white wolf knife, or we simply——

"Let's make a few more sets!" Aunt Lin said enthusiastically, "Your Highness looks good in anything, and your Highness won't only marry one wife."

Miao Xuan: ...

Come on, even the non-existent three wives and four concubines are clearly arranged.

Miao Xuan watched in despair as Aunt Lin went to the next caravan, surrounded by several slaves belonging to his account, picking cloth together, completely unaware of the complicated mood of the master.

This time, the caravan that Aunt Lin met was much more honest. To communicate, and this communication method worked immediately.

At the beginning, Aunt Lin might just want to buy goods, but as the two parties chatted speculatively, she got carried away and asked about the current Southern Dynasty, especially the relocated capital Hangjing.

The businessman was also very enthusiastic. After he heard that Aunt Lin was a palace maid accompanying the princess, he was even more respectful. Not only did he stop bargaining, he even wanted to give her the cloth in his hand for free.

Miao Xuan couldn't help but feel that the merchants who are willing to do business with the Tartars are like this, but the common people should be even worse. Perhaps in the past 20 years, the southerners have never forgotten their emperor, nor the shame of the past...

However, no matter how much ordinary people care about the hatred of the country and the family, they also rely on the dynasty that gave birth to them, and they are at the mercy of others like eggs in a nest, and they have no choice but to think about it.

I don't know what the caravan said again, Aunt Lin couldn't stop wiping away her tears. Immediately afterwards, several men walked out of the caravan's carriage, and they discussed in a low voice. Suddenly he took out the flute and played it horizontally. If that's the case, it's fine. The other people either crossed their legs, or sat on the floor, beat the time, and sang together with the tune.

The tune is not complicated, it's just the same tune repeated over and over again, but since ancient times, the local accent Chuge is the most heart-breaking, especially for Aunt Lin who has been away from her hometown for 20 years and went to the snow mountain early. This is the first time she has heard it in about 15 years. To the hometown singing...

What extravagant hope can a mere court lady or palace attendant have?

But in the short rest of my life, I listened to a small tune with a local accent.

Foreigners can't understand the lyrics of the Southerners, but they also feel that the tune is beautiful and sincere, and they are willing to stop and listen when they pass by. Soon, many people gathered around this small booth.

Standing in the crowd, Miao Xuan looked at his adoptive mother quietly. With the woman's frosty temple hair and mournful expression, he could only sigh silently in his heart, then he backed away quietly, and left here after disappearing into the crowd.

Now that Aunt Lin met a fellow from her hometown, why would he bother her, and with so many slaves following her, Aunt Lin would not be in any danger.

*

Miao Xuan didn't lead a horse, and walked alone in this temporary market, but no one dared to approach or talk to him, no matter whether it was the passing crowd or the business travelers setting up stalls. nobleman——

Not to mention Miao Xuan's appearance and imposing manner, just his dark red clothes and steel wristband are enough to prove his aristocratic status.

And even if there were other nobles in the market, he must have heard about the real story of someone who bought six wolf knives a few days ago, so the attitude of these nobles would be more cautious.

Miao Xuan walked around hastily, but he didn't meet anyone interesting, and he didn't buy anything he wanted. Just as he was about to go back home, a few familiar voices came from far behind:

"Uncle!"

Miao Xuan turned around in surprise, and he saw Geriletu and Alatan, but they didn't go out alone, and surrounded by a group of well-dressed young men and women, all of them looked at this side with curious eyes ——the children of the patriarchs of various tribes, including Dai Qin, the elder nephew who lost his wolf knife.

This terrifying social ability made everyone retreat tactically together, and the system said quietly: [Oh, this is friendship. 】

Miao Xuan also sighed in his heart about the communication skills of these two children, unlike him, now he just feels embarrassed seeing Dai Qin.

The eldest nephews were very enthusiastic. They didn't mind the indifference and grooming of the younger uncle at all, and they brought their friends together and gathered together. A group of half-grown children looked at Miao Xuan with bright eyes, as if they had seen their idols. excited.

This can't be blamed on the young people's fascination. You must know that standing in front of them is a warrior who has challenged two Khan kings one after another. Achievements used to only appear in legends, who would have thought that it could appear in reality!

"Little uncle is here too. Do you want to buy something? Have you seen anything you like?"

Alatan pushed away his friends, took the seat next to Miao Xuan proudly, and couldn't wait to share it with his uncle: "I just wanted to see the weapons of foreign races, but I couldn't find any suitable ones. It's some scrap metal..."

Miao Xuan asked the small system to record the data of each child, while he listened patiently to Alatan. He also understood this topic quite well, and he could comment on the differences between weapons from time to time. After all, he could use shadows to simulate these weapons , so it is necessary to have a deep understanding of their construction principles.

Unknowingly, Geriletu also occupied the space on the other side of him. He was very measured, not getting too close, but not too far away. He knew very well that he could no longer be with Xiao Uncle is as close as ever, but he will never allow anyone else to share this position...

It can be seen that the child is still the same.

Although Miao Xuan had already decided not to control him, he still couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Geriletu has always been very assertive, thoughtful and domineering at a young age, although he is willing to be a generous and generous person , but hold back on certain things.

Apart from these two troublesome eldest nephews, the rest of the teenagers are also very difficult. For the first time, Miao Xuan knew that he had so many nephews and nieces. The look in his eyes was full of affection and fascination, which surprised the little uncle.

Miao Xuan felt helpless, but he didn't know that these teenagers were also very surprised. They thought that the legendary Huo Erlanle was an arrogant and belligerent guy, but they didn't expect him to be gentle and quiet. If you want to touch the Silver Wolf Knife, maybe he will agree...

"There is nothing to do in the market here, let's go." Geriletu suggested with a smile, "I heard that the altar at the foot of the mountain has been built, little uncle, let's go there and have a look .”

With this interruption, Miao Xuan wanted to leave, and immediately agreed to the proposal. A group of people joked and walked out of the market. The herdsmen and business travelers around them all avoided carefully, and no one dared to block their way a little bit. It was not until they walked out of this settlement that there was a little accident.

The source of the noise was dozens of chariots and horses gathered together. At this time, a fairly large caravan, only looking at the hoarding of goods and the number of chariots and horses, they should have the qualifications to meet the Khan.

And such a caravan didn't even set up a stall, as if they had forgotten the goods in their vehicles. The heads of the caravan were even more anxious, and they surrounded the two Tartar nobles.

Miao Xuan checked the clothes and confirmed that the two Tartars belonged to the Mozhgrad tribe.

Perhaps aware of Miao Xuan's attention, Dai Qin said nonchalantly from the side: "I haven't made a clear handover with this group of people yet—don't all the caravans of the Southerners sell slaves, so Father Khan has taken a fancy to the two merchants." The people in the caravan just 'bought' it, but probably the price was not agreed upon, and the caravan was not happy."

As for how to "buy", it is self-evident.

Beside Daiqin, a lively little girl also showed contempt: "Humph, I'm not satisfied even after being spared, and I have the guts to protest. Father Khan spent a gold cake to buy someone, a southerner!" It's greed."

Alatan didn't care much about the slave trade, he just wanted to trade for exotic weapons, but this time there were no ironware sellers in the southern business trip, which made him very dissatisfied, so he also took advantage of it.

"It's really a caravan that doesn't know what's good and what's wrong. It's too late to intercede now." Alatan said old-fashionedly, "If it wasn't for killing people in the market and showing other caravans, they would have paid the price long ago."

This is the territory of the Tartars. Although the Tartars do value business travel, they offended the Khans of the big tribes. Even though they suffered innocent disasters, as the persecuted weak, the caravans have no right to defend themselves.

You can't kill people in the market, so what about after the rally?What will happen to this caravan after leaving the settlement plain?

It all depends on the mind of the customer.

So, does Gegen Khan have that tolerance?Miao Xuan felt that the possibility was very small, and even if Gegen Khan had a rare time to eat vegetarian food, chant Buddha and be compassionate, he still had many wolf-like subordinates and nephews, eager to please the leader of Mozhgrad.

Obviously, the people in the caravan were also worried about the same problem, and they didn't know what price they had paid. The two Tartars finally left with satisfaction.

"Uncle, what are you looking at?"

Geriletu's voice suddenly came to Miao Xuan's ear: "We're leaving, and we won't be able to see the altar after sunset, and there's still some way to go."

Miao Xuan came back to his senses: "It's nothing, let's go."

*

Amidst the constant stream of business travelers, half a month slipped away quickly. When the altar was finally built, the most important spring festival was officially put on the agenda.

It was a sunny day, and Wuyun Yada approached the gate of Miao Xuan's yurt, and with her usual kind smile, said darkly: "Huo Erlanle, let's go, it's time to meet other tribes Priest."

Miao Xuan honestly carried the family heirloom left by the previous generation of Bo Ya on his back, followed Wuyun Yada in fear, and went to the territory of the Oron tribe together - of course Miao Xuan could not be afraid of the Oron tribe, he was just very afraid You will see a group of uncles and grandpas who are naked or hardcore.

Miao Xuan understands painfully that if the latter really appear in groups, he who has already announced that he will serve Changshengtian for life (mainly in order not to get married), probably cannot escape those two injections...

Miao Xuan: Don't do that kind of thing.jpg

Fortunately, there is still a trace of warmth left in this world. In this special gathering, Miao Xuan did not see any radically dressed people. Instead, he saw a group of priests with similar temperaments. Everyone was wrapped in sturdy robes that were not old , looks gentle and humble and simple and tough.

Miao Xuan originally thought that according to Wuyun Yadana's attitude as if he was facing a formidable enemy, these priests were all kings of scrolls, but he didn't expect that everyone was very simple. Although they were also keen to compare their professional abilities, they were definitely just the same as the younger generation. friendly communication.

Although the priests are all priests, they are very different from those colleagues in Miao Xuan's memory. Perhaps it is because in this world, the main duties of priests are not to preach, but to heal people and animals, predict the weather, and prosper livestock. Other very important auxiliary work, when they have almost no rest throughout the year, religious business is only a small part of the busy work, and the proportion is very small.

Of course, Miao Xuan also met the priests of the Mozhgrad and Oron tribes, but they did not show any hostility because of the accident of the six wolf knives. On the contrary, they talked about it very frankly, and even talked with Wuyun Yada exchanged tacit smiles...

The Han kings of the two major tribes today cannot convince the priests, let alone gain their personal loyalty.

The more he communicated with the priests, the more interesting Miao Xuan found it. Almost all the priests of the Tartars can be regarded as an independent camp. They wander outside all tribes and don't care about the honor of a single tribe, but They are willing to dedicate themselves to the nation. This kind of value that is both worldly and worldly is really special, not to mention that all priests have a very high sense of morality and responsibility...

Maybe this is the "white deer" respected in the culture of the Tartars.

The priests have a common language, and they are surprisingly efficient when negotiating cooperation. Perhaps the main reason is that the priests do not care much about the honor of their respective tribes. When cooperation is needed, they will tacitly abandon the tribe stand, and turn to stand at the height of the entire grassland.

And Wuyun Yada's strength is not for the purpose of attracting green companies, Miao Xuan found out in horror - Wuyun Yada seems, maybe, seems to be hoping to train him to be the successor of ancient Wen Yada, the heir of the Holy Mountain.

Miao Xuan: Grandma, you really think highly of me!

The efficient meeting ended quickly. Although it was a sacrificial ceremony, it gave Miao Xuan the illusion of a New Year's Day gala show, and his show was the first one. It was incredible considering his qualifications and age.

And this kind of arrangement is not nonsense, it is actually very particular. According to the sacrificial tradition, the blessing must be done after exorcising evil spirits. You must know that most of the blessings of the priests belong to the day, and very few people can undertake the sacrifice of exorcising evil spirits. Therefore, everyone In the end, they all agreed to let the young man come first...

Miao Xuan: Opening Thunderbolt!

Miao Xuan really wanted to raise an objection, but Wuyun Yada stared at him, and slowly revealed a kind and satisfied smile like a saint, so Miao Xuan knew that if he dared to raise nonsense at this moment, he would probably lose everything .

The small gathering finally ended with the joy of the guests and the host. Before parting, the priests played a song that was said to be handed down by the White Deer. They all knew one or more musical instruments and had the same inheritance. Strangers who have never met can also cooperate very well.

After the meeting, Miao Xuan and Wuyun Yada left together. There was a big river between the camps of the Oron tribe and the Qilu Company.

The water system on the grassland is not uncommon, and the Tartars also know how to build boats.

On the way back, Wuyun Yada still held that saintly smile, and softly and kindly instructed the importance of the opening ceremony of the sacrifice. Miao Xuan was horrified when he heard it, and thought, no wonder Wuyun Yada and Darigachi have a common language. , They are all one type of people.

At this moment, some abnormal population gathering appeared on the small map, and Miao Xuan turned his head in astonishment to look in the direction of the Mozhgrad Ministry.

Wuyun Yada immediately became alert: "Huo Erlanle, is there anything unusual over there?"

Miao Xuan frowned: "Yes, Yada, let's go back first."

For a normal tribe, the movement of the population in daily life is orderly and smooth, which is reflected in the distribution of small dots on the small map.

The current Mozhgrad department is very abnormal. Most of the people are stagnant in the camp, and the patrol team is still operating normally, but a small number of people are gathered in the tooth tent area...

What happened?