"Wu ...... The Martial King is really born with divine power! ”

"Who, who just showed a mocking expression?"

The crowd, which was originally very quiet, exploded in an instant, and exclamations came one after another.

In the Right Armed Guard, whether it was the soldiers below or the generals on the platform, all of them had straight eyes, their complexions changed again and again, and even the soldiers in their hands fell to the ground unconsciously.

"Pei Xingjian, you said that it was exactly the same as the king back then...... I wonder how you feel right now? Li Yuanba took two steps forward, stepped on Shi Hu's broad back, and looked at Pei Xingjian with a smile.

Pei Xingjian's face turned red when he heard this, and after a long time, he lowered his head in shame and said, "It's the last general who thinks highly of himself!" ”

"Hahaha......"

Li Yuanba laughed, and his eyes swept towards the soldiers below.

At this moment, every soldier's face was adored as if he was a fan of later generations, and everyone's eyes were filled with endless fanaticism.

"This king once said that you are not qualified to question this king!" Li Yuanba looked at the gang of soldiers and ruffians in front of him, and said, "As long as you can lift this stone tiger, this king, the general, will abdicate and make way for Xian!" ”

"The Admiral is mighty!"

"The Admiral is mighty!"

The soldiers were silent for a long time, and they didn't know who shouted such a sentence from their mouths, and suddenly the cheers came one after another, resounding throughout the entire martial arts school!

……

Just when Li Yuanba was still reprimanding these soldiers and ruffians whose eyes were higher than the sky in the right Wuwei camp, a group of Fanbang caravans came to Chang'an City.

The owner of this Fanbang caravan was named Huhe, a native of Nanzhao, and his main trade was the slave trade.

Over the years, their business has become more and more difficult, because of the growing growth of the Tibetans, many people in their tribe have been captured by the Tibetans and taken as their slaves. When they are away, one of them has to guard against the Tibetans, and the other has to work hard. It's very difficult to buy and sell.

Huhe, a sturdy man in his forties, rode on his favorite horse and rode at the head of the caravan.

Behind him, in addition to the twenty or so men brought from the tribe rather majestic, there were ten wide carriages, all of which were covered with sturdy wooden fences, each of which contained more than two dozen slaves, together with two sturdy slaves.

This time they were lucky, they caught 200 Tibetan soldiers along the way, and they also caught a few guys who were said to be Tibetan nobles. With the status of these guys, they should be able to sell for a lot of money!

"Brothers, let's speed up and go to Dongshi, the nobles there are very optimistic about these sturdy Tubo barbarians, as long as they are all sold, I believe that the enthusiastic Han friends will definitely welcome us to the restaurant for a big meal!"

Looking at the familiar scenery in Chang'an City, Huhe was a little excited.

When he was a teenager, Hohe followed his father out to capture slaves. It was then sold to the Han Chinese in the city.

To be honest, after so many years, this time it would be more thrilling than ever, if it weren't for his kindness to save a young Han man. I'm afraid that these good young men in the clan will all be captured by these Tibetan barbarians behind them and become slaves.

Fortunately, fortunately, he has always been friendly with the Han people, so he can make such a big deal. Now he can breathe a sigh of relief!

"Brother Hohe, this time it's really thanks to Brother Wang, if it weren't for him. We didn't have the life to come to Chang'an City! Hearing Huhe's words, a young man in the back who was driving the car replied with a smile.

"Brother Tulu is polite, I'm not as godly as you say!" The other young man sitting next to the young Nanzhao man laughed, his face full of bookishness still a little red.

"Brother Wang is too modest!" The young Nanzhao man named Tulu gently patted the young man surnamed Wang on the shoulder and said, "You go and ask the rest of the brothers, which of them doesn't admire Brother Wang's intelligence and strategy?" It's just a little trick to let all these Tibetan barbarians spread there, and I still feel like a dream! ”

"That's it, Brother Wang Jun doesn't need to be modest, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't be able to go to Chang'an City!"

"If you want me to say, at least half of the proceeds from this sale will be given to Brother Wang Jun, and his credit is the greatest!"

Tulu's words landed, and suddenly a group of men all shouted, looking at their anxious appearance, they didn't know that they were going to do it at this time. rack too.

And, Wang Jun!

Isn't this guy from the Taiyuan Wang family, although he is not treated by the Taiyuan Wang family, how can he say that he is also a descendant of the Taiyuan Wang family, why did he come to Chang'an City alone at this time?

"Okay, don't shout, this is Chang'an City, if you boys don't want to be taken away by the people of the Yamen, just be honest with Lao Tzu!"

Huhe glanced at the group of men behind him, and warned them with a stern face: "You bastard boys, my name of Huhe is also well-known in our tribe, and I still can't do it if I don't want to repay it!" Can Lao Tzu still lose Brother Wang? ”

"Brother Huhe, we don't know who you are yet, isn't it idle and having fun!" Tulu yelled at Huhe with some flattery, but there was not much fear on his face.

Because they know how to be harmonious, don't look at this old boy's face full of meat, sometimes he speaks badly, but in fact he is a warm-hearted person, and the money he usually earns is all purchased and given to the people of the clan in addition to leaving enough money for the family.

Yes, Tulu and they are not afraid of Huhe, but they respect him very much!

Huhe also likes the good boys in these tribes, otherwise, there are four or five thousand people in the Chuyue tribe of their Nanzhao Kingdom, and it is impossible for him to just pick these men to come out to do business with him.

For the road of Chang'an City, Huhe is very familiar, but what makes him puzzled is that when there are so many more soldiers and generals in Chang'an City, just after entering Chang'an City, he has already seen at least six hundred teams of guards from various palaces, among which there are two black-armored guards in the imperial city.

You must know that the black-armored guards were directly ordered by the Tang Dynasty sage, and even they were dispatched, it seems that something big happened in this Chang'an City!

Thinking of this, he hurried to Huhe, who had the Tibetan slaves on the carriage, and took his slave caravan to hurry towards the East Market along this bluestone road.

……

Soon after arriving in the East Market, Hohe immediately found a familiar person, and found the most suitable buyer through his introduction, and the two hundred slaves were sold at a price of two and a half per person as soon as they changed hands, and five hundred were in hand, which made the men of Bannan Zhao happy and couldn't keep their mouths together.

It's just that the only regret is that those gorgeously dressed suspected Tubo nobles were not sold and smashed into their hands. It's really that their appearance is too conspicuous, not to mention that they are all white and fat, and they are extremely arrogant, dragging the ground like twenty-five or eighty-thousand, it's strange that someone wants to buy them!

In desperation, they could only put these suspected Tibetan nobles back in the carriage, and Huhe gave the middleman Wuguan as a reward according to the rules, and as for the rest of the money, they left enough money for their families, and then bought various goods and transported them back to the tribe.

In fact, the steppes were full of slave merchants, but the prices they offered were pitifully low.

In addition, the Nanzhao Kingdom is very poor except for the royal city, after all, Nanzhao is only a small kingdom, and they have to suffer from the layers of exploitation of various large states and foreign countries, coupled with the frequent invasion of Tibet, so that these tribes are not doing well.

If these slaves were sold to slave traders roaming the steppes, at most two hundred would be considered good, but as they are now, their income would have at least doubled.

Therefore, Huhe would rather go a little longer and sell them to Chang'an City in person, at least so that he can buy more supplies for the clan!

……

Those majestic slaves were sold, and the time was already approaching evening, Huhe led this group of good young men, and without thinking about it, he went straight to the West City Piff Pavilion.

After dealing with the Han people of Chang'an City for so many years, Huhe knows the rules of the East Market, where the dignitaries of Chang'an City come and go, although there are also people from Fanbang who live or open shops in the East Market, but those people from Fanbang are all powerful people in their respective clans, and the people from these small tribes dare not stay in the East Market too much, let alone eat in the East Market.

The restaurants in the East Market, not only the dishes and wine are expensive to death, but also there are many rules, many high-end restaurants only entertain Han people, and it is forbidden for people from Fanbang to enter.

And the West Market is different, not only the people of all ethnic groups are mixed, but the boss of the Piffle Pavilion is even more eccentric, but all straightforward men can go there to eat and drink, and the price is very fair, it is to Huhe Every time he finishes a transaction, he will take such a good young man under his hands to have a good meal in the Piffle Pavilion!

When Ho and the others came to the Piff Pavilion, it was almost time, because the diners in the Puff Pavilion were also arriving one after another.

There are more than 20 people in Huhe's line, and there is no such a big table in the Piff Pavilion, but this is not difficult for the second child of the Piff Pavilion, he knows that Hohe is also a frequent visitor in the Pavilion, so he quickly put together three long tables in the hall, and the people in the middle of Hohe sit down.

After a while, the shopkeeper brought up all kinds of pickled vegetables and cold dishes ordered by Huhe.

But when Huhe saw the names of the novel dishes on the menu, he had questions, and couldn't help frowning and said, "What's going on with these dishes?" Braised iron lion head, is it possible that you really have a lion head? (To be continued......)