Chapter 101: Freemasonry

Murong Qian liked gold very much, especially the golden waves brought by the wind blowing through the fields, which was his favorite.

Because these golden waves represent abundance and life.

So every time he thinks about something, he likes to lie in the field, in addition to the sound of the wind blowing dead leaves, the air is filled with the fragrance of plants and earth, and even the sound of insects eating leaves or shuttling through the land, everything makes him feel very comfortable.

But today there was some unexpected noise.

"Bucuo, what's going on?" Murong sat up irritably and patted the dirt and fallen leaves on his body.

"Back to the prince, it was Miss Zhou's outing, which caused the children of other families to flatter." A bald man like an iron tower said in a loud voice.

"Zhou?" Murong Qian narrowed his eyes, "Aren't they entertaining the guests of the Lin Hu Division?" ”

"The people from the Linhu tribe are too." Butso replied, "I heard that I am looking for some good seed." ”

"What's that? Inquire clearly. Murong Qian raised his eyebrows slightly.

Bucuo nodded, whistled, and summoned a group of colorful war horses.

Murong Quan climbed up a wooden platform and looked out in the direction of the noise in the distance, and a tent made of silk appeared very abruptly in the golden sea.

It's an eyesore.

After a while, Bucuo rode back on his horse, "Tell the prince that the messenger of the Linhu tribe is looking for a good seed of Rongshu, and I heard that after finding it, he can get the mercy and embrace of the god of grain, and the coming year will be smooth and the harvest will increase." ”

"Oh? And this auspiciousness? How unheard of? Murong Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, and hooked the corners of his mouth with interest, "Let's go, go over and take a look." ”

When Murong Jian led people around to the Zhou family's field, the Zhu family had already harvested several acres of land with the royal army, and the Rong Shu piled up on the side of the road was neatly cut in half, and the remaining Rong Shu pole in the field suddenly attracted Murong Quan's attention.

Murong Qian directly ignored the gorgeous tent and the lively crowd over there, dismounted and walked to the side of the road, bent down to pick up a Rong Shu, touched the neat break on it, and his pupils were slammed.

"Prince, to be able to have such a large area and neat cut marks cannot be made without a hundred iron smelting." Butso said in a deep voice.

"I know." Murong stretched his waist and looked at the Zhu family and others who were wielding a sickle in the distance, refracting the sun, "That's it?" ”

"I'm going to get one." Bucuo said in a loud voice.

"No need." Murong Qian waved his hand to stop Bucuo, and looked at Qiu He, who was walking on the Rong Shu pole in the distance.

"The Commander has worked the parade, let's taste the fatigue relief tea of our Lin Hu Department." Qiu He was carrying a teapot in his hand and looked at Murong Qian with a gentle smile on his face.

Bucuo, who was next to Murong Quan, subconsciously wanted to take it over and test the poison, but was kicked by Murong Quan.

"Thank you, Envoy of the Enemy." Murong took it with a smile and tasted it shallowly.

The freshness of his mouth and the aftertaste of his mouth lifted his spirits, and he couldn't help but take another sip.

This taste is completely different from wine and milk tea!

Looking at the gaffe on Murong Quan's face, Qiu He smiled slightly, "If the Lord Commander likes it, I'll have someone send it to you when I go back." ”

"Why didn't this thing be offered to the nobles?" Murong Qian asked with a frown.

"Well, this thing is just a thing to quench the thirst of our people, how dare you offend the nobles by pretending to be a tribute?" Qiu He's face was surprised.

Murong Quan's face turned pale, and finally he smiled and said, "It seems that Lin Hubu is really rich and abnormal, Uncle Wang is well managed, admire and admire." ”

"My king is indeed eloquent." Qiu He said with a smile, "But wealth is definitely not enough, it's just barely enough to eat and wear, and my department has not built a city until now, which is a pity." ”

Murong Qian raised his eyebrows slightly, and looked at Qiu He deeply, trying to find a loophole in his expression.

But it's a pity that he didn't find any flaws on Qiu He's face.

When Murong exhausted and Qiu He exchanged pleasantries, the Zhu family in the distance had already put away the sickle, took out a still green Rong Shu from his bag, and dipped it on the ground, pretending to have just dug it out of the soil.

This is the previous Wang Xu to do vegetable greenhouse breeding with good seeds, autumn green this anti-seasonal planting technology, in this era is undoubtedly a miracle, so Wang Xu's vegetable greenhouse in all the plants are enshrined as auspicious.

This strain was specially given to the Zhu family to facilitate their actions.

The Zhu family walked to Qiu He's side with this auspicious plant, glanced at Murong Qian with a beard on his face with arrogance and contempt, and then said coldly to Qiu He, "I did find Xiangrui." ”

Although he was displeased with the Zhu family's gaze, Murong Jian didn't have time to get angry at the moment, and was completely shocked by the emerald green glowing Rong Shu he was holding in his hand.

When the entire forest and meadow have turned yellow, this emerald green is really dazzling.

Green has a lofty meaning for the nomads themselves, not to mention this kind of green after autumn, even if it does not need to be explained, it is undoubtedly auspicious.

Qiu He had a surprised smile on his face, wanting to reach out and touch Xiangrui.

was suddenly slapped away by the Zhu family.

Qiu He screamed in pain, and looked at the Zhu family with tears in his eyes.

"This is a gift to the king, how can you be a pariah!" The Zhu family snorted coldly, and then arrogantly took the people on the horse and left.

Murong Yi was a little stunned, then looked at Qiu He, whose eyes were red, biting his lip and full of resentment, his mind moved, and he softened his voice and asked with a smile, "Enemy envoy, who is that?" ”

Qiu He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and arched his hand with a wry smile, "Let the Lord Commander smile, this person is my king's right-hand man, and he is also my king's heir." ”

"Oh?" Murong Qian was slightly surprised: "King Lin Hu's throne is going to be passed on to outsiders?" ”

"This is my king's family matter, and my slave naturally doesn't dare to say anything." Qiu He pursed his lips tightly and said expressionlessly.

Murong Qian looked at Qiu He's red eyes, and from those eyes, he saw a familiar emotion.

That was the emotion in his eyes when he looked at his younger brother who was about to become the king of Lin Hu.

Resentment and envy.

Murong Qian suddenly had an inexplicable good impression of Qiu He, who was not very pleasing to him at first sight.

It seems to be an emotion called empathy.

"I can see auspiciousness, and I rely on the blessing of the enemy envoy, it just so happened that yesterday the prince rewarded me with a jar of good wine, why don't I feast the enemy envoy, you tell me about this auspicious thing?" Murong said in a friendly manner.

Qiu He was slightly stunned, and glanced at Murong Quan, "Thank you for your kindness, but I still have to accompany Miss Zhou..."

Murong exhausted glanced at Zhou Hong'er, who was as majestic as a mountain in the distance, and frowned, "The enemy envoy is a dignified seven-foot man, and he is rich and rich, and he has the ability to pass through the heavens and latitudes, so why deign to be under a woman's skirt." ”

Qiu He's expression froze, and he looked at Murong Qian in surprise.

"Don't worry, I'll tell you over there." Murong Qian chuckled and patted Qiu He's shoulder, and carried him on the horse with one hand.

............

"Qiu He was taken away by that bearded man!" The ink wolf said to the Zhu family with a stern expression.

"Then everything is going well." The Zhu family smiled slightly.

"There won't be any danger." Ink Wolf was a little worried.

"Don't worry, the only one who is in danger is the prince of Donghu." The Zhu family chuckled and shook their heads: "Have you heard the news of the descendants of the Zhai family?" ”

"Nope." Mo Wolf shook his head, "I found that most of the slaves here are not Donghu people, and they don't speak Donghu dialect. ”

"Buyeon?" The Zhu family wondered.

"Probably not, I inquired from the Zhou guards, a large number of slaves die every year, so they will buy exchange slaves from Jizi Korea and other tribes, and these slaves are from a wild man called the Wofu tribe." Ink Wolf said.

"I've never heard of that." The Zhu family thought for a moment and shook his head, "Continue to check other families, aren't there many people coming to you to make friends today." ”

The corners of the ink wolf's mouth twitched, "They want to buy a scythe." ”

"Go and negotiate the price, a sickle and two stone of grain, or twenty slaves." The Zhu family chuckled and said, "From today onwards, the two of us will do business in the city under the banner of Lin Hubu." ”

"This will cause Zhou's dissatisfaction." Ink Wolf frowned, "After all, we just gave them the sickle as a treasure. ”

"It was sent by Qiu He, what does it have to do with us?" The Zhu family grinned and showed a smile that was not smiling.

Although his brain hadn't turned around yet, when the ink wolf saw the smile of the Zhu family, he unconsciously shuddered, and always felt that someone was going to suffer, "A scythe, in exchange for twenty slaves, will anyone buy it?" ”

"Hmph, a fool wouldn't buy it." The Zhu family chuckled and shook his head, "It's just that you people from the Lonely Bamboo Country will treat slaves as human beings, and once the grain is equivalent to twenty slaves, they will still think we are fools." ”

The ink wolf sighed inexplicably, and he didn't know whether he was sighing for his own stupidity or the fate of those slaves.