On the night of the Shangyuan Festival, Lao Luo can be said to have no gain, but it can also be said that the harvest is not small. No harvest means that there is no harvest of wealth and no harvest of beauty, you must know that the Shangyuan Festival is actually an opportunity to negotiate business and meet beauties; The gain is not small is to make friends with the Chinese in Mombasa and expand their contacts, although they may not be needed for a while, and then they have learned a lesson, don't underestimate the ancients in wisdom, especially an old guy like Cui Zhouzu.

Shangyuan Festival, the full moon in the middle of the sky, unlike the northern hemisphere, in Mombasa, near the equator, the moon is almost like hanging on a jade plate on the top of the head, and the stars around are hidden. Ha, it has been more than a month in this era, and he has not moved his hands and feet in recent days, and Lao Luo feels that he has begun to transform into a literati. When you go back to your homeland, you must go back, like the descendants of the Tang people here in Mombasa, they don't have the courage to return to their homeland, although they still say that they miss their homeland. Lao Luo thinks that he can live for at least fifty years with his physical strength, does he stick to the field with regrets? It's actually not very realistic to go back by sea, Lao Luo himself is from the army, and he is really not very comfortable with his feet not touching the ground, although he can swim and dive, but it is not as enjoyable as fighting on land. Not to mention the wooden sailing ships of this era, the slow speed, and the poor facilities on board are really unbearable.

What is there to fear when returning to your homeland by land? Think about it, the Suez Canal was definitely not opened in this era, the ancient primitive waterway is still buried in the yellow sand, and the port of Suez may have it? If not, take a boat to Djibouti and then to Cairo, maybe a chance to see Rome and Constantinople? Imagine, it's also what Lao Luo yearns for, that's all.

In the days that followed, Pai Nagar led some warriors from the Chofan family back to the Maasai tribe on horseback, and invited the Grand Elder or Manuha to come over and discuss cooperation. With this matter, the date of leaving Mombasa will definitely be postponed, and there will be many things that Lao Luo needs to come forward to communicate and deal with.

The days of waiting for the Grand Elder of Marseille to come over were a little boring after cultivation. Lao Luo simply began to make preparations for the overland journey, first sorting out the supplies, this task was mainly handed over to Mnaki to perform, Lao Luo was only responsible for pulling out the list, and asked Mnaqi to collect the things that might be used on the road or more valuable in his homeland; Secondly, he had to sort out the equipment, dispose of all the rags collected in the ring space to the Persian Tespass, buy dozens of brand-new scimitars for backup, and order a few iron tire bows, the bows that were too soft to use, and ordered hundreds of armor-piercing arrows at the same time with the hard bow. I want to find someone to order some more delicate parts on this island, but unfortunately this is only a place that deviates from the mainstream civilization after all, and there is really no such technical level.

After doing these things, Naga has not returned, so Lao Luo has to take Mnaqi to the beach for training, and also takes the pestering boy Eighteen Lang, and the more and more robust serval Hua Biao.

During the period, there were some very funny things, Mnaqi, who learned things quickly, was full of troubles when learning to swim, either sinking to the bottom to drink seawater, or being pricked to the foot by a conch or the like, and so on were always ridiculed by Eighteen for a long time, so when Lao Luo arranged martial arts training, Mnaqi always beat Eighteen with a blue nose and swollen face, so Mnaqi learned a new Chinese saying "Mountains and rivers take turns".

The ability of the serval cat Hua Biao should not be underestimated, I don't know what's going on, the "beautiful little tiger" actually learned to swim and fish, which made Lao Luo speechless, what kind of breed is this? Does it want to turn into a fishing cat?

Half a month later, the Grand Elder of Marseille, Lanusella, and the Elder Manuha came in person. Lao Luo led Cui Zhouzu and other remnants of the Tang Dynasty to welcome the arrival of the Grand Elder of Marseille, everyone knows some Arabic, so communication is not a problem, and the same greetings are not important, and the content of the next cooperation negotiation is the most important.

Lao Luo didn't want to go too deep into the content of the negotiations, because he would not take root here for a long time, and after he left, all the details of the cooperation would still depend on Cui Fan's family and the Maasai people to grasp together. So Lao Luo just said something like this when he was attending the conversation, "Grand Elder Lanusela is for the future of the clan, and Nanbo is also for the future of the family and the nation. As for the future, it does not matter whether the Chinese annexed the Maasai or the Maasai assimilated the Chinese, the important thing is that all our descendants can live together and live happily and with dignity. ”

At this time, the Maasai people were not the stubborn Maasai people who only lived in adobe thatched houses in later generations, and the remnants of the Tang Dynasty were not the sick men who groveled to the foreign race and broke their backbones in later generations, and everyone also had enough confidence in the future, so Lao Luo's words were deeply approved by the leaders of the two departments. Of course, the change in Naga and Mnaki is also part of the faith of the Grand Elder of Marseille, Lanusella.

The detailed planning was completed in just ten days of cooperation negotiations, there was no written agreement, the verbal promise of this era represents faith, no one will break his promise, to Lao Luo's surprise, the promise is not only for his own people, even for the other races in the relationship.

The trivial commodity trade was not worthy of Lao Luo's attention, and he noticed that the most important part of the agreement between the Grand Elder Ranusela and Cui Zhouzu was that every year the tribes near Marseille would be organized by Lanusela representatives, and young children would be selected from among them to study in Mombasa. At the same time, the Maasai tribe would also send idle tribesmen to Mombasa to build ports and build ships for the Chinese people, which was equivalent to labor export.

And all these contents were formulated without Lao Luo's participation, which could not help but praise the political wisdom of the ancients in Lao Luo's heart. For the time being, this is still a plan for the Chinese people to help the Maasai people, but with the passage of time, the Chinese people will surely get the harvest of the hearts and minds of the Maasai people, and everything will be very different at that time.

Lao Luo just watched these things, didn't get involved, just watched the scenes in front of him, I don't know if there is such a thing in the so-called history, maybe not, maybe there is, but it was annihilated in the later time, who knows, who cares? For people nowadays, maybe doing what you have to do is the best.

So Lao Luo was a little excited and continued to prepare for the upcoming trip, and no amount of preparation seemed to be enough. Because he is always a soldier who is in front of the battle, Lao Luo has never been in contact with all the logistics preparations, so it is a little messy and unavoidable. For a while, he was busy looking for someone to make a large backpack with leather waterproof on his shoulders similar to that of later generations, and for a while he was directing Naga and Mnaki and Eighteen to practice horseback riding tactics, and then he was looking for someone to make shovels and pickaxes for digging holes...... Zero and zero, Lao Luo never felt bored, just like the future life can go to a strange place to explore freely, curious, excited, longing, but there is no fear.

There were a few other small things that happened during this period.

Grand Elder Ranushera noticed that Naga and Mnaqi had changed a lot, and asked if they wanted to return to the tribe to be a junior elder in charge of training, if it was in the past, Naga and the two would have been very happy, and after going through the ups and downs with Lao Luo, the two still chose to follow Lao Luo to see his world.

There is another thing, Lao Luo has not looked in the mirror since he arrived in this time and space, and one day he suddenly felt that the beard on his face was as strong as thatch, so he found a sharp knife as a razor and fumbled to repair his beard. This was not a big deal, but after seeing Lao Luo's clean face, Eighteen said that it was a big loss to call Lao Luo an uncle, at most it was a great thing to call the eldest brother. Lao Luo explained, put on a shelf, took out the relationship with Cui Zhoushi to explain that it didn't work, eighteen found a clear bronze mirror, only to find that the original small wrinkles on his face were all gone, and the original fat on his body was also missing (I had already found it, I originally thought it was the result of exercise), and the whole person was like a young man when he just enlisted in the army. The inexplicable old Luo Lian was deceived, saying that his appearance had not changed for more than ten years, and then he used a casserole-sized fist to make Eighteen change his name to call him uncle, but it was not an uncle, it was the third uncle, there was nothing to be done about this old Luo, this tired boy was very much like the naughty nephew in later generations.

After trimming, only the short beard with his chin remained, which made him look much younger, and Lao Luo's new face did not attract the attention of Cui Fan and the two patriarchs. For them, Lao Luo is just a junior, no matter how much he changes, not to mention that Lao Luo's wisdom is enough to make everyone ignore his age. For the initiator of the cooperation matter, Lao Luo did not pursue the right to speak in it, which is enough to make the older generation of Datang remnants retain enough gratitude.

Of course, in the cooperation between the remnants of the Tang Dynasty and the Maasai people, Lao Luo never expected anything in return. Lao Luo plans to set off for Cairo, but he doesn't want to deal with the barbarian tribes on the steppe anymore, so it is necessary to find a boat to go by sea, and ships in these years rarely go to sea alone, and the specific contact will be handed over to Cui Zhouguang and Fan Zhengsheng.

On this day, after receiving a message from Cui Zhouguang, Lao Luo soon arrived at the three-story watchtower building where he had gathered during the Shangyuan Festival, and then went to the reserved room, only to find that in addition to Cui Zhouguang and Fan Zhengsheng, there was also a person he knew - Ji Rohad, the camp manager whom Lao Luo had met when he first went to Mombasa Island (see verse 26).

"You didn't expect us to meet again, did you? Mr. Bartol. Girohard saw Lao Luo stand up and greeted him.

"I didn't expect it. Good afternoon, Mr. Girohard. Lao Luo suppressed his surprise and made a salute.

"Hehe, it seems that there is still some surprise, I remember that I said at that time that we would meet again." Girohard's smile was tinged with the smugness of a businessman.

"San Lang, you may not know," Cui Zhou Guangshun interjected, "Mr. Girohard is the largest shipper on the island, and the leader of the fleet that is often organized. ”

"Oh~ I really didn't expect that Mr. Girohard is amazing." Lao Luo put away the only bit of embarrassment left, after all, he had taught the other party's youngest son a lesson.

"Allah's blessing will give me money and business." Girohard continued, "It is truly remarkable that Mr. Badantel is so young, but he has such great wisdom and strength, and dares to go to strange places. ”

It seems that Girohard also misunderstood Lao Luo's age. The beard is a fig leaf these days, Lao Luo was embarrassed in his heart, and he didn't explain his age, "Thank you Mr. Girohard for your compliment, I just think young people should see more different things." There is a saying in Huaxia that it is better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books, and I am just stepping on the footprints of my predecessors. “

"Papapapa" Girohard clapped his hands repeatedly, "That's great, stepping on the footprints of his predecessors." I decided to send my youngest son, Camille, to study in Cairo, and asked Mr. Bartol to take care of him all the way, regardless of his past suspicions. ”

"Why me?" Lao Luo was a little surprised, "I think Mr. Girohard's decision is excellent, but with Mr. Girohard's power, it shouldn't be difficult to choose a suitable escort." ”

"Of course, it is very easy to choose a guard," Girohard explained, "but I must admit that my son Camille, for all his intelligence, has a very good character, and only someone like Mr. Bartol can possibly correct his shortcomings." ”

"I ......" Lao Luo was stunned by Old Jihad's calmness.

"Well, as compensation, Mr. Bartol and his entourage will ride the largest ship in the fleet for free, and the leader will be the first choice to take your opinion!" Girohard's words were crisp and sonorous.

is worthy of being a successful businessman, and when he meets a good opportunity, he dares to bet, and Lao Luo is convinced.