The Tyrant's Cannon Fodder Queen[Transmigration Book]

"You don't eat the toast, you don't eat the fine wine, and you are spoiled by your parents, so you can't tell the difference? I will tell you to remember!" Liu Sanhu moved his wrist to catch up, but was stopped by the leader sternly.

"Brother Zhao!" Liu Sanhu said anxiously: "We saved his life, but he didn't take our brothers seriously, and wanted to deny the contract. How can our brothers let him make things difficult for him!"

The leader's eyes turned cold, and he replied: "When did we save his life? He bought the food and water from us with real money, and you didn't give them to him for free. This will make your tail stick to the sky." ?”

Liu Sanhu blushed suddenly, but he didn't expect his elder brother to turn his elbow outward.

Seeing his resentment, the leader pulled him aside and persuaded him in a low voice: "We can earn 500 taels of silver this trip, which is enough for us to do some business. We will have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of our lives, and we will never suffer in the desert again. The boy is our God of Wealth, try not to offend him as much as possible, if he has money in his family, he must have power, and he will keep a hand in favor. In the future, our brothers will come to talk about friendship when we encounter difficulties. Why are you so impatient? ?”

Several men at the side recalled what had been said, and admired the leader's thoughtfulness in their hearts, and they all stepped forward to persuade Liu Sanhu to be more patient.

Although Liu Sanhu didn't want to let go of the defiant rich young master, but in the end it was inconvenient to disobey the leader's request, so he could only suppress his anger and follow the young master together without saying a word.

After being instructed by the leader, several other men began to flatter Lu Qian subconsciously, hoping to go to the capital and get in touch with rich merchants.

The goatee was especially obsequious, asking Lu Qian to put the meat and water in his truck, and then he paid for some of his own dry food and confiscated a penny.

Lu Qian was not indifferent, and got closer to the goatee on the road.

It wasn't because he was influenced by the goatee, but from the conversation he heard last night, Lu Qian judged that the purpose of these businessmen was money.

The goatee's flattery must also be for money.

Then, as long as he responds to Goatee's flattery, he will make Goatee think that his favor can be exchanged for money, and will also make other people who want money follow Goatee's example and create a better travel life for Lu Qian.

But Lu Qian didn't intend to give them any rewards, he didn't like this group of businessmen.

The other businessmen did not hesitate to jump into Lu Qian's trap, scrambling to stuff the kid with food and drink in private.

No one expected that this seemingly silly young master would consciously get close to different people every day, successfully provoke internal competition among a group of smart businessmen, and maximize his own interests.

When he was about to leave the desert, the leader asked Goatee to convey a request to Lu Qian——

They hoped that Lu Qian would follow them for a short detour, take a trip to Baixing Mountain, make deals with local foreigners, and buy all the dry food and daily necessities needed to go to the capital.

In addition to replenishing dry food, they also need to sell all the goods they brought to the frontier at low prices.

Baihang Mountain is located in the south of the desert, and the transportation is much more convenient than that of the tribes outside the frontier, so naturally the goods cannot be sold at high prices.

The further south you go, the less you can sell the goods.

They used to come to the frontier, and if they were lucky, they could earn hundreds of taels of silver, and they could exchange some leather back to their hometown to resell.

This time, they met a little God of Wealth. There was a lot of money in the capital waiting for them to get it. If they made less money from their business, they would accept it, but they must not take the goods back as they were.

I was worried that the little God of Wealth would not take a detour, but he agreed immediately, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Qian didn't know where to find the market nearby. These merchants offered to show the way, and of course he would not refuse.

With the market, the silver taels given to him by his mother and concubine are enough to buy several carts of dry food and water, and maybe milk and honey.

His Highness needs milk and honey, His Highness is eager to see through.

There is another reason - the name Baixing Mountain, the little companion read it to His Highness.

It is said that there is some kind of martial arts master living above, and my companion wants His Highness to worship him as a teacher.

His Highness doesn't have time to apprentice for the time being, but you can step on a spot first.

A group of people came to the tribal village at the foot of the mountain and first visited several tribal elders.

Most of the tribesmen here are straightforward, as long as they are courteous, these people's money is easy to fool.

Originally planning to buy some dry food at a low price, Lu Qian encountered a problem on the first day he came here—the people here don’t speak Chinese, so they can’t communicate at all. If they want to buy goods, they have to rely on merchants to convey them.

Naturally, the merchants would not honestly give real quotations for the goods, and planned to trade for Lu Qian, earning a large price difference.

Goatee said that a catty of bacon here costs five taels of silver, but Lu Qian didn't say anything, and never asked them to help with the transaction.

Several merchants thought that the young master was not familiar with the place and could not understand the local language, so even if he thought it was too expensive, he would ask them to help him buy less dry food sooner or later.

All morning, Lu Qian silently followed the five merchants, walking around the small tribal bazaar.

At noon, Liu Sanhu was bargaining in front of the bacon stall when he suddenly heard a familiar voice of a young man beside him, speaking fluent local language, buying [-] catties of bacon from the stall owner.

When Liu Sanhu turned his head, what he saw was Lu Qian's calm side face as usual - the sun slanted on the boy's long eyelashes, casting bottomless shadows in the brown pupils.

"You can speak the Baiyi language!" Liu Sanhu was so surprised that his eyes almost popped out, he didn't expect this kid to speak the local language by himself.

Lu Qian ignored him, and actually reminded the stall owner in fluent local language-all lean meat.

The five merchants couldn't believe it. If the boy could speak the local language, why did he ask them to help with the transaction when he first came?

What about playing monkeys?

During the meal, the leader said a few words to Lu Qian in Baiyi language to test him out.

Lu Qian didn't answer, and ate the mutton seriously in silence.

The leader felt more and more suspicious about the boy's background, so he kept talking to him in the local language, wondering if the boy was playing stupid with them again.

Still getting no response, the leader's tone became fierce, and he asked Lu Qian what his background was in the Baiyi language.

After eating a plate of mutton, Lu Qian wiped his mouth calmly, raised his head, and ordered to the leader: "Speak Chinese."

"Don't you understand?" The leader wanted to see the lies on the child's face.

However, the boy always maintained the indifferent alienation he had when they first met, without showing any emotion at all.

When we first met, the leader felt that the child was like a blank sheet of paper, but at this moment, he felt that he, who had seen countless people, couldn't see through the child's mind at all, and couldn't even see his emotions.

I don't know whether the child trusts them or hates them, so that they dare not play tricks in front of the child.

"I don't understand." His Royal Highness, the fat man, didn't whisper.

"Then why were you able to talk to the merchant just now?" The leader didn't believe his words.

Lu Qian squinted at him with an idiot's eyes, as if accusing him of asking nonsense, so His Highness didn't bother to answer, bowed his head and began to eat local specialties, goat milk steamed buns.

He was born with a vivid memory and could recite it by ear. He walked around the market all morning with the vendors, saw the goods they traded with his eyes, and listened to their conversations with his ears. He had already memorized the commonly used trading sentences.

The leader was simply puzzled by Monk Zhang Er.

What's going on with this kid?At the beginning, I spent 50 taels to buy fish, did I pretend to be stupid on purpose?

But what is he trying to figure out?

too weird.

and……

Why is this kid so edible?

I just ate the roast leg of lamb, and now I actually finished half a bowl of steamed bun with goat milk!

The food is pretty good, and you have the air of a nobleman, but this appetite is too big.

The leader really couldn't find out the truth, so he could only observe Lu Qian silently for the next two days.

The next day, the merchants talked about business with the elders of the local tribes. After chatting for about three minutes, the elders went out with his men to see the goods.

The leader sat quietly at the coffee table drinking tea, staring at Lu Qian from the corner of his eye, and found that the child was staring down at the floor, his thin lips kept opening and closing slightly, as if he was whispering something.

The leader pricked up his ears to listen carefully, and finally heard a few words sporadically.

Connecting together, the leader instantly opened his eyes wide.

This kid... is actually repeating the conversation he just had with the elder!

The word-for-word repetitions are all authentic Bai Yi language.

The leader looked at Lu Qian in astonishment, and found that this kid not only moved his mouth, but also opened his left hand and held it from time to time, imitating the movements of the elder and him just now, as if he was guessing the content of their conversation based on the scene he saw just now. connect.

This child actually learned a foreign language that took him several years to learn on the spot!

This gave him an indescribable feeling, perhaps a shock.

Later that day, I heard from the elders that there was a wealthy local family who loved to collect ink paintings of Han people. Liu Sanhu and others immediately brought their own paintings to the door, pretending to meet a knowledgeable confidant, and offered to "sell half and give away" A pair of authentic works by Yan Zhaoqing was sold to the other party for 30 taels of silver.

The Baiyi man appreciating the scroll carefully, raised his head and asked Liu Sanhu: "Is this "Peony" the authentic work of Mr. Yan?"

"It's fake." His Royal Highness, the fat man, didn't speak secretly, and directly dismantled Liu Sanhu.

The foreigner could understand simple Chinese because he admired Han culture, and looked at Liu Sanhu in amazement.

Liu Sanhu was furious immediately, and he couldn't face it face-to-face. He suppressed his anger and threatened Lu Qian gloomily: "Why do you say that this is false? Where is this false? Tell me! I can't tell, today I absolutely want you to look good!"

Lu Qian tapped the drawing paper on the table with his fingertips, and said expressionlessly, ""Peony" is a silk painting. If you want to imitate it, you must at least paint it on cloth, not on paper."

Liu Sanhu: "..."

Fortunately, this foreigner can't understand too complicated Chinese. Liu Sanhu asked a few brothers to pull this damn kid out. made his own fake painting.

Two days later, the goods of the few people were basically cleared, and the supplies were also bought, and they were ready to leave in the afternoon.

At noon, I was eating in a restaurant at the foot of Baihang Mountain, when I suddenly heard someone outside the door yelling "profiteer" in Chinese.

The merchants were all startled, and when they turned around, they saw the big guy who bought the painting yesterday, angrily rushing into the door with a scroll in hand, saying that he went to a Han Chinese store to frame it, but was told that the painting was an inferior imitation and worthless!

In fact, this painting is still worth a few pennies. Liu Sanhu knew that foreigners like to hang Han paintings to decorate the interior, so he brought a stack of fake paintings.

Originally, I planned to sell them for one tael of silver, but I didn't expect to run into such a big guy who took advantage of me, so I killed a fortune.

Now that they have sold out their goods, they are about to go to the capital to get a huge ransom and go back to their hometown to do business. They don't need to come back to do business with this group of barbarians. Naturally, it is impossible to spit out the money they have eaten at this moment.

Liu Sanhu leaned on the long bench with one leg, picked his teeth with a bamboo stick, and said impatiently, "Why do you say this painting is fake?"

The bully spread out the painting and murmured in local dialect a bunch of suspicious points that others had told him.

After hearing this, Liu Sanhu stood up abruptly, pushed the bully to the ground, and yelled fiercely: "Don't talk to me! The painting I sold you yesterday is a real painting, who knows where you found a fake painting?" To blackmail me?"

The bully was pushed to the ground, and suddenly jumped up angrily, raising his hand to punch Liu Sanhu, but was bent by Liu Sanhu's knee.

Several businessmen were worried that Liu Sanhu would cause trouble by beating someone, so they immediately stepped forward to stop the victim and advised him not to talk too much.

Unexpectedly, the bully was so stubborn that he even beat up the profiteers around him.

A group of people were immediately annoyed.

At this time, Lu Qian had finished eating, and he didn't want to waste his time on the road, so he got up and wanted to get rid of the bully, give him some money, and send him away.

However, Liu Sanhu was in high spirits in the fight, clung to the victim and refused to let go.

The profiteers pulled into a ball.

All the guests in the restaurant ran away, and suddenly heard the voice of a strange man, burrowing into the crowd——

"Let's give way, let's give way—" He said in Chinese.

The businessmen who were twisting together ignored this person, but unexpectedly, a crutch was inserted into the gap of the crowd like a snake, pushing the goatee and others away one after another. The three of them were pushed back a few steps by the crutch. To stand firm.

Liu Sanhu was punching the big head violently, when suddenly he saw a crutch lying between him and the big head.

With a jerk like a rattan cane, Liu Sanhu was thrown flying and fell to the ground.

He looked up angrily—the one holding the cane turned out to be a white-haired old man.

Holding crutches in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, the old man staggered and threw himself on the wronged head, and said in a drunken voice, "One more... another pot!"

"Looking for death! Old drunkard!" Liu Sanhu jumped up violently, and raised his hand to grab the white-haired old man.

Unexpectedly, just two steps away, the old man backed up two steps as if he couldn't stand still, without turning his head, he picked up the crutch and slammed it backwards, just hitting Liu Sanhu's weakness, causing him to fall to his knees in pain.

The old man turned his head drunkenly, and grinned drunkenly at Liu Sanhu.

Goatee and the others were taken aback for a moment.

Unexpectedly, this white-haired old man actually had the face of a young and strong man, without a single wrinkle, and his cheeks were flushed red by the smell of alcohol, but he could be seen to be a good-looking person.

"I've offended you, gentlemen." The old man greeted drunkenly, turned around and put his arms around the victim, and wobbled to go out.

The big guy didn't know the drunkard who was hugging him, he felt strange, but he couldn't stand the beating, so he didn't break free, and planned to go out with the drunkard, and ask his clansmen to argue with him.

But when they turned around, the little boy in the caravan was still standing in front of them.

The broken silver in Lu Qian's hand was ready, and he stood there silently, waiting for the bully to ask him for it.

Knowing that the child was in the same gang as a profiteer, the victim was so angry that he spat and scolded him in Chinese: "Little profiteer!"

His Highness, who was holding the broken silver, got angry and took a step closer.

The old alcoholic with his arms around the victim immediately "staggered", raised his crutches and poked at the "little profiteer"——

A gust of air rushed over, and Lu Qian turned sideways, avoiding the crutches, raised his palm, and deflected the force of the crutches with four or two strokes.

The drunken old man's misty eyes froze suddenly, and he swept towards the boy's face like lightning.

Is it a coincidence?

How could such a big child guess his move change in advance and dodge it easily?

The author has something to say:

The cubs are divided into two factions, one group insists that the cubs continue to do sand sculptures, the other firmly refuses to recognize the cubs, and asks the author to immediately change the adjective to innocent and cute...

Thick long cat: All right is cute!