Chapter 4: Loulan (Five Upper)

In the next few days, Wang Xun spent the next few days in anxiety.

The news that he had no intention of leaving behind had been conveyed to the tribal elders of the Loulan people through Shi Huaiyi's mouth. But it remains to be seen whether the elders will be angry. After all, at the moment, people are swordsmen, and I am fish and meat. Except for the illusory rule of counting on the sand thieves who only take 20% of the goods, Wang Xun has almost nothing else to rely on at this moment.

However, the rules are set to be trampled on. If His Majesty the Emperor had taught the rules, he would not have taken his daughter-in-law into the palace and canonized as a concubine. If the concubine Niangniang talked about the rules, she would not compose a song of neon clothes and feathers with His Majesty the Emperor while breaking the connection with her ex-husband, His Royal Highness King Shou. If Yang Guozhong, the elder brother of the concubine Niangniang, had taught the rules, he would not have instructed General Ge Shuhan to kill people in order to protect his sister's secret. If General Geshuhan had obeyed the rules, he would not have ordered his henchmen to pretend to be sand thieves in an attempt to quietly wipe out more than 400 innocent people in the desert.

"Lose your courtesy and ask for the wild!" It is the greatest joke in the world that the rulers regard the rules and laws as nothing, but expect the robbers to abide by their traditions. Although every time he laughed, the wounds on Wang Xun's body twitched and hurt.

The days of waiting are hard.

Fortunately, you can also see the elf's eccentric Xiao Luo every day. You can also talk to her every day and see the smile on her face like a spring flower.

Since he made his words clear to Shi Huaiyi, Wang Xun completely let go of the obstacles in his heart. Treat it with courtesy when it should be treated, and take advantage of it when it is time to take advantage of it. Anyway, Miss Xiao Luo has never been annoyed, she is extremely angry, at most she smashes it with her fist. For Wang Xun, who had already trained his muscles and bones as strong as stones in the White Horse Castle, this level of attack was tantamount to a massage. The harder you smash it, the more comfortable it will be.

In the eyes of others, the effect of this change is completely opposite to Wang Xun's original intention.

He and Shi Huaiyi fought for wine, and the scene of both defeats was seen by many people. And what the two said that day could not be repeated to others over and over again. So the young people in the valley soon naturally divided into two major factions. The faction is dominated by young people from the Loulan tribe, and the guy who came from the outside world who wanted to pick the most delicate snow lotus in his tribe shared the same hatred. The other faction is dominated by the Flying Dragon Guards and Minzhuang, and regards whether Wang Xun can finally defeat Shi Huaiyi and embrace the beauty as the honor of everyone as a whole. As for the admirers of Xiaoluo girls such as Fang Ziling, Kang Chengzong, Gu Mi and Qing, they were collectively ignored by the supporters of Wang Xun and Shi Huaiyi regardless of ethnicity, and they were not considered to have any hope of being shortlisted at all.

Regarding this quietly surging undercurrent, Wang Xun didn't care much about it at first. Those who are clear are self-purifying, and those who are turbid are self-turbid, and when they leave, everything will inevitably be revealed. However, he soon discovered that the undercurrent was rapidly moving in his favor. A few skilled Minzhuang and Praetorian guards are not as popular as before, and there are fewer and fewer young people in Loulan who are always looking for excuses to run to the campsite. For a trivial misunderstanding, several young Wyvern guards even got into a fight with the Loulan people who lived near the camp. Although the conflict was quickly stopped by the elders of both sides, the previous rapport between the guest and the host was clearly gone.

Unless you let Lao Tzu go, Lao Tzu will definitely find a way to stir up this place. Just as Wang Xun was ruthless, he secretly added fuel to the fire. While carefully calculating the proportions of causing trouble, so as not to jump off the wall in a hurry for the elders of Loulan, Shi Huaiyi finally sent a good news, and the patriarch Kang Lao took a little time out of his busy schedule to prepare to invite the captain to go to the golden tent in the middle of the valley to drink tea at no. m.

"The elder gives, don't dare to resign!" Squeezing his eyes at Shi Huaiyi, Wang Xunwen crepe dropped a sentence from his bookbag. Until now, he still couldn't be sure whether he had fallen for the other party's big deal at the wine table a few days ago. However, everything was no longer important, the unbridled undercurrent in the tribe was enough to make the elders of the Loulan clan think carefully about the consequences of continuing to forcibly retain guests.

I don't know if I understood it, Shi Huaiyi smiled, turned around and jumped on the mount that originally belonged to Wang Xun. "Kang Lao has always valued you!" Before leaving, he added with a smile. "He said you were the smartest young man he'd ever met! He speaks Chinese very well, and I guess he understands what you mean! ”

'It's good to understand! Wang Xun slandered in his heart. Barefoot is not afraid to wear shoes. If you have nothing left, you are not afraid of losing anything. It's a big deal that Lao Tzu left alone, as long as he arrived in Shule alive, Zhou Laohu and the others would naturally be able to find a way to get back what they had lost.

Once a person's heart has an open mind, it is easy to be neither humble nor arrogant. On the afternoon of the next day, Wang Xun deliberately changed into a relatively neat military attache uniform, hung the fish bag he had obtained last year because he participated in the murder of Wang Jie's father and son rebellion, and Shi Shiran walked to the golden tent located in the middle of the valley.

The so-called Golden Horde is just the customary name of the council hall of the tribes in the Western Regions, and it is not a tent top decorated with gold, nor is it a separate golden tent. It is actually a tent complex of several individual felt tents, surrounded by a wooden fence. From a distance, it looks like a bunch of big mushrooms arching out of the grass after the rain! The interior of the tent group is divided into various independent functions according to the orientation and size of each tent. The largest one in the central government, which is used to count troops, issue resolutions of the elders, and deal with major events involving the life and death of the whole clan in public. There are a few small tents next to it, which are used by the elders to conduct their daily official duties according to their respective jurisdictions. In the northwest corner of the tent group, there is the "palace" of the patriarch, and ordinary people are not allowed to enter and disturb it.

The people of Loulan have a lot of respect for the elders, but there are very few warriors on duty around the Golden Horde. If he carried that weird chain hammer with him, Wang Xun even believed that he could break in directly and take out the elders in the golden tent before the Loulan people could react correctly. Of course, this was just a temporary conjecture in his mind, and he did not intend to act on it until he had to.

At the gate of the fence, a young tribal warrior with a red pimple on his face greeted him and led him directly to the most honorable position in the tent group, "Kang Lao is waiting for you inside." He's not very good at ear, you try to speak as loud as you can! ”

"Got it!" Wang Xun straightened out his thoughts and stepped inside. The smell in the tent was very strange, as if the leather was moldy, and it looked like someone had not bathed for half a month on dog days. This made it difficult for Wang Xun, who used to be well-dressed and well-fed, to adapt, and he endured it for a long time before he suppressed the urge to turn around and withdraw from the tent. When the smoked tears had been wiped away, he found a head with gray hair behind a pile of parchments, very messy, and the face under the hair wrinkled like a dried orange peel.

"Sit down!" The gray hair pointed to the wolfskin mattress in front of him and whispered a command.

"I've seen the patriarch. The younger generation Wang Xun, on behalf of the brothers under his command, thank the patriarch for his kindness these days! Wang Xun smiled and arched his hand, and then sat down slowly.

The nostrils and eyes felt more and more uncomfortable, and it was clear that all the strange smell came from the pile of parchment rolls in front of the gray hair. But the owner here was unaware, his eyes stared at one of the unfolded old sheepskins, and ordered: "There is a teapot on your left, and in it is freshly boiled milk tea." The tea bowl is on the shelf next to your right. Pour it yourself, I'll call you when I'm done with the business at hand! ”

"Hmm!" Wang Xun agreed, forcing himself to adapt. The taste of milk tea is still very strong, and in addition, the copper tea bowl does not seem to be very clean. On the edge of the wooden frame on which the tea bowls were placed was a rope made of black lacquer of unrecognizable material, and at the other end was a piece of oily deerskin. It is estimated that the rag used to wipe the tea bowl is also so dirty that the original color can hardly be seen.

I don't want to leave a bad impression on the owner of this room without talking about it. He had no choice but to hold back the disgust in his heart and pour himself a cup of milk tea. Rubbing his lips slowly, he looked up and looked around at the furnishings in the tent.

It's simple, so simple that it's almost shabby. Except for two horizontal knives hanging on the tent wall, and a copper teapot and a few tea bowls near the guest quarters, there was hardly anything of value to be found. Even if Wang Xun's family feeds the horses, the furnishings in the house are more luxurious than this. But the owner here did not have the slightest sense of shame, and actually looked at the parchment roll while showing off with a smile: "The tea is not bad." It was the finest bricks that I had them find out of the storeroom. Sold to the white clothes and food, it can be worth half a box of beads! (Note 1)

Half a box of beads? Wang Xun glanced at the tea soup in the bowl meaningfully. Although a lot of milk is added, the tea soup is still dark brown. Obviously, this is not the color that a fine tea should be. In Wang Xun's memory, even the cheapest teahouse on the streets of Chang'an may not be able to boil this kind of tea soup to entertain guests. Can you exchange half a box of beads for something of this texture? Aren't the things that Chang'an people and rich people drink every day priceless? !

As if to cater to his thoughts, the gray hair smiled and continued: "Of course, if you are in Chang'an, I am afraid that this kind of goods can only be used to drink donkeys!" Scarcity is expensive, and more is worthless. Locals abandon it as if it were a dearity, but thousands of miles away may see it as a treasure. This is the way of the world. You say, isn't it? ”

Note 1: In ancient books, there are names such as "white clothes and food", "black clothes and food" and "green clothes and food". Specifically, the capital of Iraq, the country of Baghdad and the Hali country marked by the black flag, is called "black clothes"; The caliphate that was established around Tunisia was called "Green Food"; The Waghari states marked by the white flag that will establish their capital in Syria are called "white clothes".