Fellow practitioners who live in this mortal world with their beauty

Sanbao had to admire Galdan's aggressive ability. He started from Ulan Butong and went westward, passing through the entire Khalkha Mongolia before reaching the Junggar Khanate.

Not to mention the newly invaded Khalkha Mongolian territory, the Junggar Khanate now has a large territory, almost comparable to that of the Qing Dynasty. However, their population is sparse, less than one percent of that of the Qing Dynasty. From the air, there are only a few tents and yurts. Luoluo, as for the castle, there is not one for hundreds of miles.

At first, the Junggar tribe was just a medium-sized nomadic tribe, grazing and living in the Ili River Basin. After Galdan came to power, he obtained muskets and artillery from the Shaxiong Kingdom, and then began his invasion and expansion banditry.

How could ordinary people resist firearms? In recent years, Galdan has defeated the Erqiltu Khan who supported him in power, and successively conquered the Turpan Khanate, Chaghatay Khanate, Yarkand Khanate, and Kazakh Khanate, unifying the desert. Western tribes.

The Turpan Khanate is located in the easternmost part of the Junggar Khanate. Sanbao suddenly discovered an oasis in the grassland. Seeing the yurts all over the field, it was obviously a tribal gathering area. He quickly braked in the air.

"Auntie, are there any cantaloupe here?"

After Sanbao landed in Turpan, he came to a yurt yurt and asked a Uyghur lady.

"cantaloupe?"

It seems that the Uyghur aunt doesn't understand, and it's not the translation of the Three Treasures Spiritual Technique that is wrong.

"An oval-shaped cantaloupe...the skin has many patterns and soft hairs. When cut open, the flesh is thick and fragrant. The juice...is very sweet."

Sanbao kept gesticulating and describing it, and as he talked, it felt like a woman's part after cutting it open.

Bah, Sambo suddenly lost the desire to eat.

"Guest from afar, are you talking about Ku Gong? This kind of melon was originally grown in the Hami tribe, but now our tribe also has it. There are also Turpan raisins. Would you like some."

The Uyghur aunt obviously misunderstood Sanbao and thought he was a businessman from the mainland.

Raisins can also be used. Turpan’s grapes are quite famous. Isn’t there a song called Turpan’s grapes are ripe?

The grapes in Turpan are large and plump, full of moisture. The skin is peeled off and the flesh is delicate, sweet and delicious. It is soft and soft when held in the mouth. Press it gently with the tip of your tongue, and a burst of sweet juice will explode in your mouth. This juice moistens the throat like a clear spring, bringing a pleasant taste, like a baby nursing.

"Do you still have the grapes stored from last year? If so, bring them out as well."

The Uyghur aunt pointed to the mouth of a well that was high above the ground and covered with wooden boards.

"There is a cellar down there. If the guests want to eat, they have to go down and get it themselves. Most of the men in the tribe have gone out to graze and haven't come back yet. I can't go down."

How difficult is it to go into the cellar?

Sanbao didn't want to shock the world, so he took off the cover and jumped into the cellar. It was two feet deep straight up and down. It was surrounded by solid stones. It required rock climbing to get in and out. It was really difficult to get up without certain arm strength.

The cellar is not big and is also made of stones, about three to four meters long and wide. There are layers of partitions on both sides, leaving only a narrow aisle in the middle, with mud bags on top of the partitions.

Sanbao took out a heavy mud bag. The upper and lower lids were made of mud scoops, and the middle was connected with a mud seal. There was no possibility of ventilation. Fresh fruits and vegetables could be kept fresh for at least half a year.

He scraped open the mud seal and took off the mud scoop on top. Inside were several bunches of fresh grapes, full and crystal clear.

"Auntie, I want all of these. You can count them and make a price!"

The Uyghur aunt stared dumbfoundedly at the baskets of grapes, which were thrown out of the cellar and landed smoothly in front of her. She did not recover for a moment.

"Auntie, don't be dazed. There's nothing in the cellar. All the grapes and raisins are here."

Sanbao held the clay ladle, picked a grape, and threw it into his mouth. He could feel its delicacy and tenderness, as if it was jumping in his mouth and playing with his teeth. Feel the slightest sweetness, and this sweetness does not make people feel too cloying, but just right, giving people a happy sense of satisfaction.

In addition, the grapes sealed in mud still have a faint aroma, which lingers in the mouth for a long time.

Eating grapes from Turpan feels like a feast of taste, which makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

"Ah, distinguished guest, please come into the yurt and see if the cantaloupe you mentioned is our kugong."

Aunt Anarhan...that's not right! That was the name of the girl in the singer Guan Mucun's song. The Uyghur aunt enthusiastically welcomed Sanbao into the yurt, brought a kugong, and asked someone to call the patriarch.

"It turns out that the cantaloupe is called Ku Gong. It's quite a mouthful."

Sanbao recognized at a glance that the kugong that the Uighur aunt took out was the cantaloupe he had been obsessed with.

"The guests came at the right time. The Kugongzao melons have already been harvested. They are as sweet and delicious as the melons in the Hami Oasis. The grapes are not yet ripe, so we have to wait until autumn."

After talking to the talkative Uyghur aunt, Sanbao learned that the Kugong Hami melon here is divided into three types: early melon, middle melon and winter melon, with the middle melon having the best taste.

"When the Junggar tribe invaded, they destroyed a lot in the past few years, and they also robbed a lot of the raisins they had accumulated. The raisins in the tribe are the freshest grapes from last year, so guests can rest assured."

The three treasures are not short of money. Moreover, if this thing enters the cave, its shelf life will be extended indefinitely in an environment with abundant spiritual energy. It should be given as a snack to the woman in the cave.

"I am on my way in a hurry. Please bring as many kugong and raisins as you have from your tribe as soon as possible. In addition, I will not refuse the grapes stored in the store."

The gold, silver and jewelry in Turtle Jiao Cave Mansion have not yet been handed over to Wang Conger, so Sambo can be considered very wealthy.

"Ah, how much do you want? Distinguished guest, we will not take credit."

"Don't worry, Auntie, we will definitely trade in cash!"

Sanbao reached into his arms, actually took out a pile of gold ingots from the storage ring, and placed them on the table in a clear yellow color.

"Oh, we don't need so much, our tribe doesn't have that many goods!"

The Uyghur aunt looked at Sanbao in surprise. She didn't expect that this young man was a rich man.

"Gana, why are there no goods? You have people take out all the raisins as tribute and satisfy the guests from far away first."

"Uncle Ali, these are to be paid as tribute to the Princess of Junggar. What if they come to pick them up in advance and we run out of goods?"

Gana also wants to sell to Sanbao. Instead of occupying the warehouse, not only will some of the grapes rot, but also be given to the Junggar tribe in vain, it is better to exchange for money and improve the life of the tribe.

"Galdan went to conquer the Khalkha Khanate, and he didn't know if he would be able to come back this year. By the time they come to harvest, the fresh grapes will be harvested."

Ali is the leader of the tribe and their patriarch. Who doesn't want their life to be more comfortable? The young man in front of me is willing to pay a lot of money to buy it. He will sell it first and get the money in his hands.

The tribute is collected by each household, and this must be distributed equally. Aunt Gana and the Ali clan chief are responsible for recording the amount that belongs to each family.

"Auntie Gana, Uncle Ali, there is no need to remember it so clearly. I think each of your families will get about the same amount, maybe ten gold ingots per family."

Sanbao's spiritual consciousness scanned it and found no shoddy goods. This shows that the credit of this tribe is very good.

"Ah! Distinguished guest, these things are really not worth ten gold ingots. Please give me a few less."

Uncle Ali was a little shocked. This young man had never done business. He was just buying something in Lundui. Aren't he afraid of losing money after transporting it back?

"Your fruits are very fresh. I am very satisfied. Each family has ten gold ingots, so there is no need to bargain."

"Thank you for your generosity. Uncle, thank you on behalf of the clan. If you need anything else, just ask."

Now there is no need to crush the gold ingots to make change, and Uncle Ali and Gana do not need to go door to door to count the goods, but directly distribute the gold ingots to the clan members.

Sanbao looked at the piles of clay ladles and fresh cantaloupe in front of the yurt, and felt a little worried. He could put them into a cave or a storage ring with just one thought, but he did not want to expose himself as a cultivator to the people guarding the tribes.

"Uncle Ali! Uncle Ali!..."

"Dili Lengba, what happened?"

"The princess leads a large group of people to rush towards us!"

Uh... Do the women in Kuqa have the ability to predict the future? The tributes are sold here, and you will be here later.

"The old man and the child will hide in the cellar first, and the rest of the people will follow me to greet the princess."

After Ali ordered, he looked at Sambo.

"Dear guest, would you like to hide in the cellar and wait until the people from the Junggar Khanate leave before you come out?"

"I know how to punch and kick, so there is no need to hide. You can go and greet the princess yourself."

Sanbao waved his hand, indicating that they could help themselves.

"There's no need for Uncle Ali to greet you. Anu is just passing by and won't stay long."

At this time, a graceful and heroic woman arrived on horseback.

Her face is beautiful, with a unique exotic style, her deep eyes reveal intelligence and determination, and her smile is as warm as the sun, exuding affinity.

Her figure is light and her movements are graceful. Her movements show the unique flexibility and agility of prairie women.