As a salted fish, I was forced to become the teacher of all ages

Seeing it was him, all the female soldiers in the southeast and northwest exclaimed in surprise: "Young man!"

"Hua Qianhu is here!"

"Hua Qianhu, quickly help the eldest lady!"

"My lord, get rid of these tartars!"

Hua Manlou had black lines all over his head: "Don't be noisy, put down your weapons first!"

Immediately, he ignored the female soldiers, turned around and said to the Oirat nobles who were yelling: "This is at the feet of the emperor. If something happens, it will naturally be resolved, but you put down your weapons first, otherwise don't blame me for being rude!"

While talking, Hua Manlou suddenly noticed a detail: the group of Oirats seemed to be wielding scimitars to fight for their lives, and shouted fiercely, but their feet didn't move at all.And the man holding the woman in mourning on the ground also looked like a thunderbolt but no rain. He looked like a mourning concubine, but in fact there was no trace of grief in his eyes, and there was no tear in the corner of his eyes.

Sure enough, after hearing Hua Manlou's words, the Wala noble immediately said: "Look at your clothes, you are an official of the Nanmanzi? This Nanmanzi woman killed my wife, you have to give us an explanation!"

"What do you want to explain?"

"Can you be the master? Our prairie people have always killed people to pay for their lives. If you can be the master, you will kill that barbarian woman and avenge my wife!"

"Is murder paid for? Are there any other requirements?"

"Other... yes, lose money!"

"Oh, murder pays for life, and you have to pay for it..."

Hua Manlou talked perfunctorily with the Wala nobleman, but his eyes kept scanning around, observing the scene, while secretly gesturing to Qi Wanrong to tell them not to speak.

Because at this moment he discovered another detail: Although Qi Wanrong was galloping her horse, she immediately reined in her horse when she sensed someone running out from the side of the road—because the ground of this street is paved with big bluestones, it is very easy to run. If the horse in the middle wants to stop, then the horseshoe will inevitably leave white marks on the ground.

However, although there is a white seal at this time, it seems to be very short - that is to say, Qi Wanrong's speed is not fast.

Similarly, the distance from Baiyin to the deceased is not very far, only about one meter, which is enough to prove that Qi Wanrong's speed is not fast.

So here comes the question, how far is it to knock people out by one meter, is it fatal enough in this situation?

Hua Manlou had played basketball and football in his previous life, and his body was not considered strong, so every time he played against tall and strong people, he was always miserable.When he was laying up once, he was hit by a fool and flew more than two meters. It is said that if one meter is enough to be fatal, just this fool's bump is enough for him to cross.

Of course, things are not always so absolute, and there is still a big difference between a horse bumping into a person and a person bumping into a person, but for some reason, Hua Manlou always feels that there is something wrong with it.

"Your Excellency, can you watch me talk, don't look around!" Seeing that Hua Manlou was absent-minded, the Wala nobleman couldn't help shouting violently, and the group of Wala people also screamed again, waving their swords in vain It seems that Huamanlou is going to be cut into two sections.

"Don't worry, the explanation is for you..." Hua Manlou glanced at the man who was still mourning, and then raised his head and said to the Mongolian nobleman: "Killing is paying for life, right? Well, yes It’s hard to say if it wasn’t murder, why don’t we wait for Jing Zhaoyin’s assistant to come and see what the cause of death is, are you thinking about it?”

Hearing Hua Manlou say this, the Wala nobles immediately shouted: "You! So many people saw the Nanman woman who killed someone, are you trying to cover her? You Han people are as cunning as foxes on the mountain ..."

Hua Manlou's eyes couldn't help but playful: "Don't label things indiscriminately, I didn't say it wasn't murder, right? I just said, I want to do it to see how Madam Zun died, and by the way restore the scene at that time Let’s decide whether it’s an intentional homicide or a simple traffic accident, right? If it’s the former, then there’s nothing to say, but if it’s the latter, this... According to the laws of our Great Zhao, compensation is usually paid, and it’s a huge amount of compensation. To the kind of bankrupt..."

Hua Manlou was naturally talking nonsense in a serious manner, and he was trying to observe the micro-expression of the other party.

Although the Wala nobleman was roaring, there was no trace of anger in his eyes, and when he said the words 'look at how he died', the nobleman was obviously a little flustered, and finally, when Huamanlou said When the compensation was made, the man's face showed some joy again.

"You see, the honorable lady can't be resurrected after death, so how about this eldest lady, I don't seem to want to kill someone on purpose, does she?" Hua Manlou narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "How about you two Is something private at home?"

Sure enough, the nobleman immediately turned his gaze to the man kneeling and mourning.

"Ma'am, my wife..." The man on the ground didn't respond at all, just kept howling.

Hua Manlou tried again: "This eldest lady is the jewel in Duke Ying's palm. Her family doesn't say that it's incomparably rich. There are always mountains of gold and silver. Do you want to make a price first?"

The man on the ground slowly put the woman down, stood up with a sad face, and said, "Longevity, my wife... my wife, she... suffers!"

The smile on Hua Manlou's face grew stronger: "My condolences. May I ask your surname?"

The person who had been in line with Huamanlou introduced, "This is our Taiji, Erstumu."

66. A mouthful of fine nanmu coffin inlaid with gold

Taiji is generally a word for Mongolian nobles, but the etymology comes from the Chinese prince prince, Wang Taidi, and the Mongolians use it blindly without knowing the meaning.

For example, Qing Taizong Huang Taiji can actually be written as Huang Taiji, anyway, this is not his real name but a transliteration, but writing Huang Taiji will appear very low...

So it's Taiji, Huamanlou didn't know the identity of the other party, anyway, it's right to be polite: "Huaianbo Mansion, Huamanlou, met Taiji."

At this moment, he didn't report the official name of the Qianhu Office of Xishan Qianhu, in order to make the other party not understand his identity, so that he could control the situation. The flying fish suit, the flying fish suit is so powerful...

Sure enough, Er Situm nodded and said sadly, "As the Han people say, life and death are fate, my wife is summoned by Changshengtian..."

Upon hearing this, Hua Manlou immediately said, "Taiji is also in mourning."

Estumu sighed, pointed to Qi Wanrong who was silent and didn't know what he was thinking, and said: "We also want to believe that this girl didn't intentionally kill my wife, so I hope that I can get enough compensation , so that I can buy a fertile grassland to bury my wife in."

It has to be said that whether it is Tatar, Wala, or Koryo Wa, or Cochin and Siam in the south, they never learn the essence of Han culture... No, they haven't even learned the superficial, so they often talk to each other. Han people will always look a little weird when they communicate—for example, Er Situmu, who talked about compensation before finishing two sentences, although he tried to cover it up, but...

Generally speaking, even if they hope to get compensation, the Han people these days would never say it so bluntly.

Even if you are an ordinary person these days, if your wife dies, you won’t make a gesture of compensation on the spot, because the Han people put the dead first, at least wait until after the burial to discuss other things, right?

In addition, no matter how poor a nobleman in Wala is, he won't be able to talk about compensation with others in the street, right?

Such an ugly noble... Tsk tsk.

So Hua Manlou narrowed his eyes: "Then I don't know if 1000 taels of silver is enough? As far as I know, 1000 taels can buy a large piece of grassland, not to mention one lady, even ten or eight ladies can be buried... ...Oh, I'm not very good at talking, anyway, that's what it means, Taiji is not strange."

Er Situm was stunned: "One... 1000 taels? Are you insulting me?"

The guy who was in line with Huamanlou earlier yelled something, and the group of Oirats behind him unsheathed their scimitars collectively.

Hua Manlou also pretended to be stupefied: "Why do you think so? 1000 taels, a lot! A county magistrate in Dazhao only earns 45 taels a year, and even a bachelor can earn more than 300 taels a year. 1000 taels is enough to show our sincerity! How about I personally add 20 taels to make a good gold-inlaid nanmu coffin for Mrs. Zun to express my heart?"

Seeing Hua Manlou in front of him making a look of pain while talking, Erstumu's face suddenly became dark: I thought that the official of Dazhao who appeared suddenly was someone who could take care of things, but who would have thought of it? Such a fool?

At this moment, Peng Guang, who had gone to inquire about the news, came back, and he leaned in front of Huamanlou and whispered, "Mr. Qian, these Wala people came to Dazhao to talk about the mutual market, and they also knew about the Tatar attack." After hearing the news, they asked Da Zhao to pay a part of the money, and they sent troops from the northwest to harass the Tatar rear..."

Hua Manlou immediately realized, and also knew the origin of today's farce.

As I said earlier, Oala was driven to the northwest by the Tatars like donkeys. It is well known that the colder the north, the harder it is to live. Therefore, Oirat has become more and more sad in recent years, so of course they hope to cooperate with the Han people. Exchange market, in order to get more living materials and the most important salt and iron.

For Da Zhao, the mutual market is actually beneficial. Opening up the mutual market can not only get enough war horses, but also get a rich enough income from tea profits to supplement military supplies—that is, every sip of tea the Mongolians drink Will provide Da Zhao with an arrow...

However, the rules of the mutual market are actually quite sloppy, and because of the different customs, there are many problems in the transaction: for example, the Han people are used to shopping around and lowering the price, while the Mongolian people are used to buying after asking - this matter is spent There are also some big bazars in Manlou's previous life; for example, the Mongolian people will occasionally grab and buy them. After all, their business is really not very good, and they are not as cunning as merchants.

In addition, some unscrupulous businessmen are also quite vicious. Bad wine, rough porcelain, low-grade linen and silk, etc. are packaged and sold to Mongolians after boasting about them.

All in all, there are many problems in the mutual market, which has caused the mutual market to be intermittent for more than a hundred years, and some people in the DPRK and China have dismissed the mutual market and even strongly opposed it. Therefore, in recent years, fewer and fewer people have taken care of this troublesome matter. In other words, the DPRK and China are too lazy to trade with each other, and they are too lazy to talk to these Wala people.

As for the big Zhao's money, Oala sent troops to harass Tatar's rear, from a certain point of view, this business can really be done. Isn't it good to give the Oirat people bad wine and so on, and let them go to Tatar dogs to bite dogs?

Now that Tatars are gathering on a large scale, Datong is in dire straits, so that the court had to send five battalions to support it, and had to set up a governor, but now there are not many, only ten thousand cavalry are needed in Tatar After harassing from the rear, it is estimated that Tuotuobuhua who received the news would be covered in white sweat...

So what can be solved with money, is it still a matter?

However...however...

The imperial court didn't bother to use this high-quality and cheap mercenary at all. They linked this matter with paying tribute-again, Da Zhao didn't profess his vassal, and he didn't pay tribute...

Of course, there may be reasons for Wala's sky-high asking prices. For example, if they ask for iron, then they have to think carefully about hiring them.

Iron is expensive. Now that there is a new iron-making method, the price of steel in Dazhao will naturally be lower when the production of steel increases. But if the Wala people have excess iron, it is very likely that every war will be shot at the Han people in the future. The arrows all have their own iron that they sell—you know, most of the current Mongolian arrows are made of bone...

Generally speaking, it is estimated that the two things that the Wala people want are unlikely to be achieved. It is estimated that this group of people has not suffered a lot of stares in Beijing recently, so there is something to say about today's things: everything is going well with you An aristocrat died on the streets of Dazhao, should you talk about it?

In other words, [-]% of the woman who died tragically on the street today was not knocked to death, but was knocked out by them with a sap...

As for why you met Miss Qi...

Miss Qi is Ying Guogong's daughter, and who made her gallop around the streets all day?

(Why do you feel that no one has watched it for the past two days? Please don’t keep it anymore, how about a proper chase?)

67. Do you know that it hurts?

To be honest, after understanding the intentions of the Wala people, Huamanlou was too lazy to take care of it, and theoretically, the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple should be responsible for such matters, and Xuanwuwei has no obligation or right to handle this matter Son.

But who made Huamanlou coincide with the meeting?

And he had to help Qi Wanrong in the relationship between Huai'an uncle's mansion and Ying Guogong's mansion, after all, this is not only his aunt, but also his niece...

Just when he lamented that he was a salted fish but had to be forced to go into business again, the nobleman beside Erstum said with a sullen face: "Nan Manzi, you know, she killed Taiji's wife! You Are you sending beggars?"

Hua Manlou ignored him, and said to Er Situmu, "Taijimo thinks it's too little? Although I don't know how much an acre of pasture on the prairie is, but in Dazhao, three liang of silver is about the same as an acre." Tian, ​​more than 2000 taels is really a lot, could it be that Taiji... wants to blackmail?"

By saying this, Hua Manlou already had a plan in mind: If it really starts to break up right now, it will be endless. After a while, Jing Zhaoyin and the people from the Ministry of Rites will come, and there will be too many people talking, and it will be impossible to explain things clearly. , so a quick fix is ​​most important.

At this time, Er Situm was too angry to speak.

He originally thought that Huamanlou was someone who could take care of things. After all, he just rushed in without knowing why, and he acted as if he could take care of himself. Moreover, the group of girls over there also respected him quite a bit, as expected. It should be a high official.

But when Huamanlou opened his mouth, Situm felt that something was wrong—after all, this carefully prepared play was for the Ministry of Rites and Honglu Temple, not Huamanlou, who seemed to have no idea about it.And, even if someone really came to take charge of the matter now, he couldn't do it again...

Er Situmu felt like vomiting blood.

So, when Hua Manlou said that he was extorting, he couldn't help it anymore: "You bastard! You're a bastard! She is my beloved wife, the honorable Mrs. Taiji, you southern barbarians are unreasonable, I Now go back to the country immediately, and report to the Great Khan that he ordered all the troops to kill the Great Wall, and we will avenge our revenge!"

Estumu said this out of anger, and secondly, he wanted to scare Huamanlou away by instigating a war—after all, Huamanlou looked very young, and it was anyone's guess who instigated the war. I can't bear it.

But Huamanlou laughed when he heard the words: "Taiji said...she is your beloved wife? Then let me ask Taiji a question, why did your wife run out from the side of the road?"

Er Situm was taken aback for a moment, and then he waved his hands violently: "My wife didn't run away! She just wants to go to the store across the street to have a look!"

Hua Manlou raised his eyebrows: "Oh? So, when the accident happened, Taiji saw it with his own eyes, didn't he?"

"Exactly!"

"That is to say, when Mrs. Zun came out of the shop here and walked slowly through the street, Miss Qi bumped into her head-on, didn't she?"

"Exactly!"

Hua Manlou smiled, but suddenly grabbed Erstumu's neck and pulled it down, and pointed the other hand at the woman's head on the ground: "Then tell me, what's going on?"

Seeing his action, the group of people behind Erstumu was furious, and they were about to come forward with their knives, but the Xuanwu guards brought by Hua Manlou had already rushed over, drew their knives and confronted each other.

Just when the tension between the two parties was extremely tense, Hua Manlou's angry shout came from the crowd: "Return to my beloved wife? Pooh! You said that this woman was killed by a collision, and she hit her body, then what about her?" What's the matter with the blood on the head? How did the blood next to it come from?"

In fact, Hua Manlou had already discovered the most important point: the place where this woman bleeds is Tianlinggai.

Being hit by a horse but injured on the top of the head, this... well, even if this woman hit the horse with her head, the Tianling cover is the hardest part of a person's body. Why did the horse not hurt after hitting the horse, but the Tianling cover shattered?You can't say that the horse has a blunt weapon on its chest, can you?

Even if this can be regarded as a coincidence, or even as a blunt object hitting his head after being knocked down, the bloodstains have completely restored the truth: there are dots of fresh blood, all the way from the alley beside the road. to the woman's head.

In other words, at least that hit on the head of this woman happened in an alley, and had nothing to do with being hit by a horse.

Er Situm was furious when Hua Manlou grabbed him by the neck, but after Hua Manlou finished these two sentences, he was a little confused: "Hundred secrets and one sparse!"Why didn't I find the bloodstain just now?

He wanted to make up a reason now, for example, the blood was shot in the past, but all fools know that it is impossible to shoot in the alley, this direction is wrong, not to mention there is still blood on the wall in the alley!

Hua Manlou didn't wait for Er Situm to make excuses anymore, he threw Er Situm away, and then sneered: "Well, I heard that the three major joys of men are getting promoted, getting rich and killing their wives. According to this principle, today is considered a You are overjoyed, so why don't you put on a pretense here? Tsk tsk, you are insane, you are so bold, you not only killed your wife, but also dumped the blame on me, Da Zhao. In your words, Taiwan Ji's heart is as black as a black wolf, right?"

Estumu was trembling with anger, but he couldn't get angry, he just pointed at Hua Manlou and argued forcefully: "You...don't spit blood! Even if my wife wasn't killed by this woman, someone else killed her... said It might be you! Yes, you killed it!"

Hua Manlou looked at him with contempt: "Can you please be a little bit technical when you throw the pot away? Okay, since you don't give up, then I will let you die."

As soon as he opened Ersi Tumu and pointed to his hand, Hua Manlou said slowly: "Say, there was a man whose family was very poor, and he was always bullied by his neighbors, so this man only wanted to become stronger. Show some color to the neighbors who bully him. After thinking about it, he thought it would be better to start with the rich family in the village, so he ran to exchange the pears from his own family for something like weapons. And the rich Naturally, the household didn’t like this, so the man suggested that, while the neighbor was stealing the cattle from the rich household, he would go to the neighbor’s household to steal the neighbor’s jujube, and the wealthy household only needed to give them some weapons. Hu still can't look down on..."

"Does this sound familiar?" Hua Manlou said with a smile, "That's right, this man saw that he couldn't get any benefits from the rich family, so he beat his wife to death and threw him into the rich family's house, and forcibly framed the rich If the household kills his wife, he must pay for the weapon, otherwise he will incite the whole family to come to the rich household to make trouble... Taiji thinks this story is okay? Did I say something wrong?"

Er Situm was dumbfounded, he really didn't know how to turn back, but Hua Manlou raised his eyebrows, looked at Er Situm with a smile and said: "If it's true, then Taiji shouldn't shout, some You talk too much, it hurts, you know?"

(I'm more... I can't do it...By the way, the worldview required for this book is too huge, so if many things are not explained clearly, it will be very abrupt, so the pace is naturally slower, but then it gets better and better. Isn’t this a small climax soon?)

68. Aunt, do you really have no idea?

Hua Manlou's call made not only Erstum stunned, but also Xuanwuwei, Qi Wanrong and a group of female soldiers who came with him were stunned.

Although he just told a story, and he claimed that it hurt people when he told it thoroughly, but this matter has obviously been thoroughly exposed, and the careful thoughts of the Wala people have been exposed to the world. The common people looked at this group of people with contempt in their eyes.

Er Situmu was almost driven mad by Huamanlou's run on him.

Although the planning of today's affairs is not perfect, Erstumu thought earlier that as long as a noble woman from Oala was killed by Da Zhao, then Da Zhao would definitely suffer a bit at the negotiating table, and then some Things can be discussed.

This time he came with the will of King Oara Khan. What King Khan wants is not only to open the market, but also hopes that Da Zhao can fully open up salt and iron, grain, and the number of times of the market can also be adjusted from the original one to Three to five times.But who would have thought that before he finished singing this song, the guy in front of him who looked very young, could even be said to be a boy, gave him a clean slate, and even explained the purpose of his trip...

"What are you talking about, I don't understand! You Han people have too many eyes, and you are as cunning as a fox!" Erstum flatly denied it, as if he couldn't speak Chinese—and speaking of it, he did speak Chinese. It has a strange smell...

In short, it is impossible to admit it, not in this life, even if Hua Manlou has proved that it is her own group of people who are thieves and shouting for thieves. There is no way to talk to Da Zhao.

Hua Manlou sighed and said: "A barbarian is a barbarian... Regardless, whether you recognize it or not, since you killed this woman yourself, then you should carry her away, so that she can be buried in peace earlier, I hope she Don't marry such a wicked thing like you in your next life..."