Fall in love with the technology tree [Three Kingdoms]

The king's tent in Wuhuan, Liaodong, camped on the grassland less than 120 miles south of Tongliao.Su Guchuan didn't go back to his tribe, but went directly to Wang's tent, and arrived at his destination before dark.

I saw that half of the sun had fallen below the undulating horizon in the west, and the red afterglow fell on the grassland like a flame burning.Among them, there is a place reflecting dazzling light, and it doesn't take much distance to see that it is the golden dome of the king's tent.

Su Guchuan took the reins and slowed down the horse's running speed.Panting heavily, this good black horse passed through the tents of the Wuhuan people who were gradually gathering.Along the way, dogs barked endlessly, slaves drove cattle and sheep to avoid in a hurry, while fat warriors and nobles swaggered to show Su Guchuan their new jewelry.

Because of trampling and the grazing of cattle and sheep, the closer to the king's tent, the sparser the vegetation on the land, exposing the sandy and gravel soil.And the smell of mutton mixed with the smell of benzoin is more intense.

"I want to see my lord." Su Guchuan got off his horse in front of the felt cloth covered with red agates in the king's tent.

The two enchanting female slaves bowed down and explained with some embarrassment: "My lord is seeing a guest..."

Su Guchuan frowned, and was about to speak, when he saw a Han cook and a long line of slaves walking over, each holding delicate ceramic dishes in their hands, and the aroma of food rushed into his nose.Just by smelling the taste and looking at the shape, you can know that there is no shortage of beef, sheep, chicken and duck.

As soon as Su Guchuan was stunned, this group of people entered the king's tent. As soon as the curtain was opened and closed, laughter and voices of persuasion came out from the gap.

Su Guchuan tied the reins of his mount to a wooden stake, as if he would not leave: "You two..."

As soon as the conversation started, the second team came rushing over, but they were a group of dancers with heavy makeup. After paying respects to Su Guchuan in a hurry, they flew into the yurt like flowers and butterflies.

Su Guchuan frowned into a word "Chuan" and opened his mouth.

The Han cook who had just entered came out with the slaves delivering food, and interrupted Su Guchuan again.

The nephew of Master Wuhuan in Liaodong completely darkened his face, and reached out to grab the cook's collar.

This is a man so fat that his neck can't be seen clearly, his height is less than Su Guchuan's shoulders, and he is shorter than many women.The skirt of the clothes was greasy, and Su Guchuan's hands were dirty.

"Tunda, who is in there?" Su Guchuan opened his mouth in Chinese, only he and the Han cook could understand.

Dolphin's small eyes glowing with thieves quickly dodged.

Su Guchuan held the handle of the knife with the other hand, and said in a deep voice, "To be honest, otherwise I will kill you first and then chop it up and feed it to the dogs."

Hearing this, Dolphin's nose let out a long and continuous "Woo--" like a siren. "Xiao Wang, I have something to say. I'm just a craftsman who barely makes ends meet..."

"Heh. Didn't you steal Lu's things in Wushou City and escape here because you were afraid of getting your legs broken?"

Dolphin's eyes widened: "You—I—"

"I don't have time to deal with your crap - tell me, who's in there?"

"It's the envoy of the Yuan family in Jizhou." Dolphin uttered words like a chicken pecking at rice, and it was almost too late, "Your Majesty is made king. So - the big Shanyu grants the seal, and there is gold."

Su Guchuan let go, ignored the panting fat cook and the trembling female slave, and strode in with the felt cloth aside.

The king's tent was illuminated orange by the flames.Songs and dances are intoxicating, and people are intoxicated by the aroma of wine and the color of flesh.Su Pu sat on the head with his arms extended and his waist round. The small eyes in the flesh all over his face narrowed into a warning arc when he saw Su Guchuan.

Su Guchuan paused, sat down on the seat near the door, and said nothing.

Seeing that his nephew didn't come to make trouble, Su Puyan was satisfied. "This is my nephew Su Guchuan." Lord Wuhuan of Liaodong said to a messenger in long clothes and wide sleeves sitting on the guest seat.

The messenger has a white face and a beautiful beard, a typical appearance favored by aristocratic families in the Central Plains.He made a salute to Su Guchuan that was incompatible with the environment, and said, "Xiao Wang looks like a man, he looks like a hero."

"Ha." As soon as the messenger finished speaking, he heard a sneer.It was Hu Su, the eldest son of Su Puyan.This big cousin of Su Guchuan hugged left and right at the banquet, very happy, but when he heard someone praise Su Guchuan, he was the first to come up and remove the signboard: "He was born in a slave, but he can't be an angel." Xiao Wang '."

Su Guchuan slapped the table, the plates fought, and half a bowl of wine was spilled: "Your aunt gave birth, so you have face?"

"You, you little tribal leader, dare to choke me? I am the future Wuhuan King."

Su Guchuan: "Oh."

His sneer caused the big cousin to overturn a table of roasted meat: "Fighting? Come on? Who loves who is raised by slaves."

Hu Su stared at Su Guchuan, and Su Guchuan also stared at his big cousin.

The envoy was stupefied looking at the momentary tense scene, and Su Boyan's face was completely dark. "Stop it all! There are outsiders here, why are you arguing?!"

Wang Yin, who was so fond of him just now, didn't care about it. Master Wuhuan raised his hand to see off the guest, and said to the messenger: "You go. I know what you said."

The messenger Shi Shiran stood up: "The prairie people have clear grievances and grievances. Since you have accepted the canonization of the lord, please give me an accurate statement."

Su Puyan became even more impatient, and said loudly: "Ah, ah, I see. I will lend him three thousand warriors."

"Three thousand? Isn't that too shabby?" The envoy laughed contemptuously, "With 3000 troops, a big man can do it, and it's not the pomp of a Wuhuan king."

The flesh on Su Puyan's face twitched.

The envoy continued his efforts: "Master Wu Yan's control of the tribe is not as good as yours, but he sent 1 horses. Not to mention Tadun Shanyu."

"Then I will pay [-]." Su Puyan said, "There is no more. You Han people are very bad."

The envoy smiled and complimented: "Your pastures spread from Liaodong to Yinshan, your cattle and sheep are inexhaustible, and your warriors fight in all directions, even Xianbei can't stop them. My lord looked at you highly, even the box with the seal ribbon They are all made of fragrant wood worth thousands of gold, and if you use enough force, it is also to promote your reputation."

Su Puyan looked pale: "You speak nicely. If it wasn't for the ignorance of the children at home, I would like to keep you for a few more days."

"As long as Lord Qiao helps the lord to defeat Cao Cao, you will be honored by Liaodong Xianbei, Goguryeo, Lu Bu and Xu Rong."

So Yuan Shao's envoy left with a smile on his face.After the slaves who were picking up the leftovers hurriedly retreated, only the silent slave owners were left in the king's tent.

"Did you go to Tongliao?" Su Puyan asked first.

"Go change the salt—are you planning to completely rely on Yuan Shao? Don't be a fool?"

"How did you talk?" Hu Su kicked the table away and choked again, "If your father hadn't taken you in, you would still be a slave."

This is called "Father King" in Chinese. Su Guchuan sneered, ignoring this big cousin who had been fooled into a fool by the etiquette of being a king, and only looked at Su Puyan: "I can't change it on the Dongmu line." Salt and iron, because of the Chishan incident. How will we spend the winter this winter? Ever since Lu Bu entered Xuantu and the construction of the Dongmu Line began, there has never been such a big loss there, and we will definitely take revenge."

"Revenge is revenge, I'm afraid he will die." Hu Su jumped his feet, "We will take down Tongliao City, and we will be the ones collecting rent in winter."

Su Guchuan tried his best to ignore this big cousin, but he couldn't hold back: "Do you have pasture seeds? Do you know how to store greenery? Do you have coal? Can you make steel? Do you know how to make pits? Do you know how to fish?"

Hu Su: "There are Han Chinese slaves, just whip them to do it."

Su Guchuan: "Where are there Han slaves in Liaodong now? They were all taken away by Flying Eagle Riders."

Hu Su: "Tongliao will be conquered. If it fails, the rent will be increased. If you have money, you can't buy anything."

"Don't say you can't take it down, even if you do, those Xianbei and Zahu who have benefited from the Dongmu Line in the past will fight you hard."

"You liaodong bastard, when you are a slave, you have feelings."

"You look good when you lick Yuan Shao? Little—Wang—"

……

Su Puyan sat on his tiger skin, frowned, and heard his son and nephew quarrel for a long time, before he said: "After all, I am not Wuhuan Shanyu, but Tadun is Shanyu. He has taken refuge in Yuan Shao, so we can only Follow him."

Su Guchuan turned his gaze back to his uncle: "You are our Lord Wuhuan, you have to think about your people."

Su Puyan stared at Su Guchuan with shining small eyes: "The Dongmu line is squeezing our grassland, and the warriors will lose their blood when they are full."

Su Guchuan collected his expression, and he suddenly realized that this uncle was not at all obsessed with rewards and bribes.

"Following Yuan Shao to the Central Plains to rob once is also to leave a way out for myself. Otherwise, in a few generations, Liaodong Wuhuan will not exist."

Su Guchuan ground his back molars: "There is no way out, and I didn't try. If you lose the bet, you will die."

Hu Su, who was left aside by his father and cousin, jumped out again unwilling to be lonely: "Coward, if you are afraid, go back to your old master and see if she will accept you, a cowardly slave, and give you a Liaodong nationality."

Su Guchuan stood up, straightened his back, with a bitter face: "I can read and write [-] Chinese characters, and I don't have half a criminal record. I want to be from Liaodong, and I have been from Liaodong ten years ago. Because I know I am Ukrainian. Mr. Huan, it's only today."

Looking at his expression, Su Puyan seemed to understand something, the cold expression on his face gradually disappeared, and became angry and sad: "You are not following me? Chuan'er, are you not following me?"

Su Guchuan punched his chest: "Uncle, let's split the bets. The big Han family is to split the bets. No matter which side wins, there will be people in Wuhuan who will survive."

In the end, he performed the etiquette of his own nation to this elder known as Lord Wuhuan of Liaodong, and then left Su Puyan's king's tent.

The sunset has completely set, and the sky is filled with sunset glow.Su Guchuan was walking alone on the blood-red grassland, with the salt, tea and iron pots he bought from Tongliao hung on his horse's buttocks.A stiff bow was tied to the side of the simple leather saddle, a gift from the woman herself.

At that time, Su Guchuan was just a 16-year-old slave boy who won the third place in the Liaodong Youth Riding and Shooting Competition.The woman wore a prairie-style fur hat, and read the award speech written by the official: "...No.3 is Su Chuan from Xiangping..."

"I'm not from Xiangping, I'm from Wuhuan." The young man who had been silent interrupted her in front of tens of thousands of people.

She raised her head, with obvious surprise in her dark eyes.

"My mother is from Wuhuan. Before she died, she told me that I am from Wuhuan."

"Sorry." She smiled, "I made a mistake just now. No.3 is Su Chuan from Wuhuan. This is the first time a Wuhuan person has won an award in my competition. I am very happy."

Su Guchuan chose Liaodong because there is life there.

He believed that there was existence, and an existence with dignity.