Chapter Twenty-Six: The Real Wicked

The thing that goes best with a bloody man is gold.

Especially for men in the Gobi Desert, finding the mysterious golden city, and then enjoying the mellow beauty, and letting their names appear in the singer's singing again and again, is the greatest achievement.

In the desert, countless heroes and heroes on the Gobi have risen in this way, and now, the legend of the Golden City has reappeared, and it is the time for good men to make contributions.

With this ridiculous thought, all the men in Yiwu Prefecture who were a little fleshy left the settlement, rode their own horses, and walked into the vast Gobi with their own scimitars.

There was no movement in the Khitan military camp, and Hou Tong was very calm, and he scoffed at the legend of gold appearing on the Gobi Desert.

Every once in a while, there will always be a legend about the Golden City, and every time the rumor of the Golden City appears, it will set off a blood wave in Yiwu Prefecture.

It's just that this time there is a small difference with the previous legend of the Golden City, that is, the real gold has appeared for the first time, and the previous legend is often brought back by camel caravans, and they will say that they have seen the majestic and glorious Golden City on the Gobi, and they can see it, but they will never be able to go.

He was informed of the mirage, a natural phenomenon, and he had no way to explain the principle of the formation of this natural phenomenon.

Through the tragic examples of the last days of the mirage that never returned, he knew that the kind of spectacle that the caravan had seen was nothing but a vain.

Out of vigilance, he ordered his army not to act rashly, and guarding the grain harvested in the autumn was the most important task of the army.

The Khitan's rule over Yiwu was very similar to that of the Great Song Dynasty, in that they only controlled the big clans, and then ruled the actual places through the big clans.

Those tribal leaders had their own right to collect taxes, and even their own armies, and where they needed to be responsible for the fierce Khitans, was to pay some money and grain. Served as a servant army in wartime.

Except for these two, the Khitan people generally do not show their existence, which is the great talent of the Khitan empress Xiao Yanyan.

She thinks that it is difficult to rule well after conquering a foreign race, and those who are oppressed will always feel that the alien race is bullying them, so they will rebel, and if they are their own people to oppress and bully themselves. Without this, there will be no problem, and society will be stable.

Therefore, she never wanted the people at the bottom of her fetters tribe to know that it was the Khitans who really ruled them, and she only needed the powerful leaders of the fetters tribe to know.

It was this simple method that allowed the Khitans to safely enslave the vast majority of the tribes in the north for a hundred years.

Tie Xinyuan is a messenger of peace in the camp, as long as he appears, no matter where he appears, there will be laughter and laughter.

A distraught Aladdin suddenly discovered that there were many people who were willing to get close to the young Taliban, especially when he found out that he had begun to write letters to the Persians who had nothing to do. He had an urge to tear him to shreds.

"Aladdin, do you still have an old mother, wife and children waiting for you to come back? Aren't you going to send them some silver? Change their lives a little bit so that they can hold on until you go back.

Is your home in Rai (Tehran)? How many credits are you going to send back? Musar's caravan was going back, and the elder said he was an honest merchant. ”

Tie Xinyuan sorted out the letters piled up on the table, and Mahim, who was missing three toes, was packing a pile of silver coins into small burlap bags according to the number of people each person sent home, and Tie Xinyuan was very thoughtful to write the owner's name on each burlap bag, so that it was easy to distribute.

Aladdin said coldly: "I don't need to. My family in Rai is all very good, I have six brothers. They are very wealthy and will take care of my family. ”

Tie Xinyuan touched a nail, lowered his head and said "oh", and continued to write the address on those linen bags.

Mahim glanced up at Aladdin, who was walking away, and comforted Tie Xinyuan: "You shouldn't ask him, he is a rich man, unlike us poor people who have eaten the last meal and the next meal." I heard that he had sixty slaves and countless female slaves in Rai's house, and he did not come out to earn money, but to follow the wise elder and finally become Rai's upper family. ”

Tie Xinyuan helped Mahim pack all the silver coins into a box. Then he smiled and said, "Mahim, you don't have two big toes, there shouldn't be a way to continue the work of a warrior, right?" ”

Mahim lowered his head and said sadly: "So I entrusted all the money to Musar to bring back, this may be the last money I give to my family." After all, I don't have any extra money to do business. ”

Tie Xinyuan smiled: "Mahim, you are an honest person, this is your capital."

In some trades, honesty is more valuable than gold, and you already have the biggest capital, so why not put it to good use? ”

"Only the gods like honesty, the caliph and the prime minister and the ministers don't like it," said Mahim. ”

Tie Xinyuan said with a smile: "Elder Wisdom will like it, if you beg Elder Wisdom to give you a guarantee, and then take these injured companions to travel between the Gobi, the desert and Rai, nothing else, just to be responsible for transporting letters and money that others ask you to send home, I think, there will be great benefits in this, and these benefits will be enough to feed you and your family." ”

Mahim was stunned, then happily hugged Tie Xinyuan, and said loudly: "What a Taliban, what a Taliban, Mahim firmly believes that you will be able to inherit the mantle of the wise elder and become the new wise elder, God, you are so smart......"

Tie Xinyuan patted Mahim's thick arm and said, "Let me down, you strong guy, I'll go see if the elder is free there, and then you can go and plead with the elder together."

This is your last chance to make a fortune. ”

Mahim immediately put Tie Xinyuan down, yelled and went to tell his companion about this good way to make money.

No one knows better than them what the greatest worries of a wanderer in a foreign land are.

"I must earn a big family fortune for my little ral, so that he doesn't have to choose a wife from among the slaves......"

Tie Xinyuan watched sadly as Mahim ran into the room of the wounded, he felt that his choice just now seemed to be wrong, he found such a babbling guy, and he didn't know if he could provoke the mail road he wanted to build.

At dinner, Tie Xinyuan saw Mu Xin, Mu Xin seemed to be in a very good mood, Tie Xinyuan brought the noodles in the past, he ate a lot, put down his rice bowl and smiled at Tie Xinyuan: "Mahim told me their plans completely, why did you go to Aladdin to do this?"

Mahim: They are not yet capable and qualified to do such a thing. ”

Tie Xinyuan smiled bitterly: "I looked for it, Aladdin is not interested." ”

Mu Xin shook his head and said: "There are many people in this world, but I didn't expect that Aladdin, who I have always looked up to, is also such a person."

Whether a business is good or not depends mainly on his future and whether he can do it for a long time.

The business you are talking about is obviously a business that can be done for countless generations, and if this business can be done very large, then the power of the owner of this business will not be worse than that of a small caliph.

Aladdin was desperately looking for such an opportunity, but he didn't expect it to be in front of him, but he abandoned it.

Just like the gods said, some people will have dates falling on their heads when they lie in the sand nests, and some people climb the date palm trees and can only get empty branches, since Aladdin missed this opportunity, it means that the gods do not want him to do this, so let Mahim do it.

I've given him everything he can give him, and the rest is up to him. ”

Tie Xinyuan replied, and sat obediently at the door, he saw that Mu Xin's eyes seemed to be staring at the window all the time, even when talking to him, his eyes were focused on the window, as if waiting for something.

The windows on the Gobi are generally open in the leeward direction, so when you look out of the window, you can see the east.

There are snow-capped Tien Shan Mountains.

The sun has set on the horizon, the Gobi has fallen into dusk, and the high mountain tops are still bathed in sunlight, and the snow has turned golden yellow after being soaked in the twilight sun.

The large painting on the outside, after being divided by the window, has been transformed into a beautiful oil painting.

Tie Xinyuan didn't know what Mu Xin was looking at or waiting for, and he secretly guessed that it was probably related to the bearded Persian he saw yesterday.

Because this morning, Mu Xin picked out all the people with the best martial arts in the camel team, including Meng Yuanzhi.

Although he didn't see what Aladdin had prepared for them, Tie Xinyuan was very familiar with the smell of fire oil, so he concluded that Mu Xin was going to set it on fire, but he didn't know where it was burning.

The room was finally engulfed in darkness, and instead of lighting the candles as usual, Musin sat in the darkness with an iron heart.

In the darkness, Mu Sin's slightly hoarse voice slowly sounded: "A long time ago, my mentor said that the human heart is the most difficult to measure.

But the human heart can be infected and guided by external factors, and I firmly believe in this.

Decades later, I'm still convinced, but I disagree a little bit about the outcome.

The Guru wants us as wise beings to aim at control and to use tenderness as a means, and he said that in the light of wisdom, all darkness will have nowhere to hide.

Now I suddenly realized that whether it is Huairou or control, the final result is not good, not only time-consuming but also laborious. An enemy is an enemy, and only a dead enemy is the best enemy. ”

"Teacher, who is our enemy tonight?"

"Food for the Khitans!" (To be continued.) )

PS: Chapter 1