Fu Yun put down the sheep's head uncomfortably, frowned, and said, "Why doesn't the envoy eat it, is the mutton not to taste?" Zhao Dekai shook his head lightly, pursed his lips and did not speak.

"Oops." Fu Yun's greasy big hand slapped his head, and he screamed as if he suddenly remembered something.

Then he scolded Ao Yu'er, who was naked with a book on the side: "Go and get salt for the envoy." Ao Yu'er glared at Zhao Dekai dissatisfied, and then went to rummage through a pile of miscellaneous items in the corner.

After a while, he put a fist-sized burlap bag in front of Zhao Dekai's eyes. Fu Yun's face was a little pale, and he explained to Zhao Dekai: "Oh, it's the king's negligence, please don't blame the envoy, it's true that the king and the soldiers are used to the days when there is no salt to eat, so they subconsciously think that the envoy doesn't eat salt." Wrong in this king, wrong in this king. This is the last bit of salt left in the king's army, so he will give it to the envoy with meat, and please don't blame the envoy. Zhao Dekai frowned, understanding the meaning of Fu Yun's words.

At the same time, he also understood the purpose of Fu Yun's war wagon. Tuyuhun is also a powerful country around the Tang Dynasty, and there is no salt to eat, so he liars ghosts.

I'm afraid that when I saw that the salt pool of the West Sea fell into the hands of Datang, I wanted to get a piece of the pie.

"Huh." Zhao Dekai sneered in his heart. When the salt pond was in the hands of the Turks, Tuyuhun didn't even dare to put a fart.

The Turks exchanged a pound of salt for a cow and a sheep, and Tuyuhun also had to be obediently exchanged. Now the salt pond has fallen into the hands of Datang, although Datang is not like the Turks, who firmly control the salt in their hands.

But salt is a necessity for the human body, and it is impossible for Datang to let the salt from the West Sea Salt Pond flow to other countries at will.

However, although Datang has a relatively strict control over salt, it has not prevented neighboring countries from trading salt and iron with Datang.

And the price is much cheaper than the original Turkic. In recent years, disasters have occurred frequently in Datang, and Tuyuhun dares to covet Datang's salt pond?

Fu Yun looked at Zhao Dekai quietly, waiting for Zhao Dekai to make a final decision. The salt in the salt pond of the West Sea is inexhaustible, and he has been hot for a long time.

The salt fished out of the lake is of high quality and has no cost, and it is a hundredfold and thousandfold profit wherever it is transported.

Tuyuhun was poor and poor, and he did not farm like the Central Plains Dynasty. The interests are moving. So Fu Yun decided to brush the tiger whiskers of the tiger of the Tang Dynasty.

As for Datang's counterattack, Fu Yun is not afraid. As we all know, the Central Plains Dynasty is different from the Turks, and the Central Plains Dynasty has always been based on agriculture.

Even if His Majesty the Khan sends troops to fight, I will run away. When you go back to farming, I'll come back again, anyway, I'm a nomad, since I'm a nomad, it's naturally a nomadic herd.

At the beginning, the salt pond was in the hands of the Turks, and of course Fu Yun did not dare to have any ideas, because the Turks were more barbaric than the Tuyuhun people.

And they are both nomads, if you can run, I can also run, even if you run to the ends of the earth, I will chase you to ten thousand pieces.

Zhao Dekai also figured out in an instant why Fu Yun was fearless. Fu Yun's abacus is naturally excellent, but how can Zhao Dekai let him get his wish.

also has acting skills with me, who in the world doesn't know, playing with the eyes of our hearts and minds we Han are the ancestors. So Zhao Dekai quietly opened the small bag of salt handed over by Ao Yu'er.

Sure enough, Fu Yun's so-called salt is a bag of salt mines. That is, from the crystals knocked down from the stone, this kind of salt ore that has not undergone purification, is poisonous.

Eat it and you'll die. The moment Zhao Dekai saw the salt mine, his face was suddenly covered with a compassionate expression.

"Oh, what kind of salt is this, is this kind of salt eaten by the people of His Highness's country on weekdays? Your Highness has no salt to eat in the country, why didn't you report it to Your Majesty as soon as possible, if Your Majesty knew, how could it cause today's situation. Zhao Dekai's acting skills can be described as superb, a picture of distress and resentment.

Why didn't you say it earlier, why didn't you say it earlier.

"Alas......" Fu Yun sighed and said movingly: "This king doesn't want to cause trouble for His Majesty the Heavenly Khan, but blames Tian Zheng, the guard of the Jade Gate, who stopped the fold handed by this king to Chang'an several times, and threatened that the people of Tuguhun are not more than outsiders, and the refined salt produced by the salt pond of the West Sea is wasted." Fu Yun's nonsense also came as soon as he opened his mouth, Tuyuhun went to Chang'an, there are countless roads, and he didn't have to go to Yumen Pass, Tian Zheng innocently lay down and fainted in the toilet.

Zhao Dekai slapped the table and said angrily: "Then Tian Zheng'an dares to do this? Your Majesty has long said that China and Yidi, Your Majesty loves each other as one, and Tian Zheng is so bold. ”

"Alas, poor people under the rule of this king, live like pigs and dogs, and many of them die of weakness because they have no salt to eat, and their necks are swollen and weak." Fu Yun said and suddenly burst into tears.

How can such a gesture of an old man not make those who hear it sad and those who hear it cry.

"The envoy must know that it is not the king who deliberately provokes the dispute with the Tang Dynasty, but the king is really living a pitiful life. The king's road to Chang'an was cut off by the thieves of the Tian Zheng, it can be said that there is no way to go, and there is no way to go to the sky, and the king really has no choice, so he has to raise troops and knock on the side. I just hope that His Majesty the Heavenly Khan, who is high above, can look down at his poor people......" Fu Yun told Zhao Dekai about his difficulties with a handful of snot and tears, and Zhao Dekai looked indignant.

If it weren't for the war between the two countries at this time, there would be an impulse to cut off the head of the chicken and burn the yellow paper to worship the handle. Zhao Dekai had a strong sense of justice, grabbed Fu Yun's dirty robe and said: "Your Highness, rest assured, this official will definitely complain to Chang'an about Na Tian Zheng's crimes, and let Your Majesty give His Highness a perfect explanation." ”

"In this way, the king will thank the envoy here first......" Moved by Fu Yun was about to salute Zhao Dekai, but was pulled by Zhao Dekai.

Fu Yun was just putting on a show, so naturally it was impossible to really bend down, so he got up.

The delicate and pretentious acting skills of the two are naturally not as simple as they are on the surface. Rather, they are testing each other's bottom lines and conditions.

Now that the temptation is over, both of them are quite satisfied. Zhao Dekai knew that Fu Yun did not have the determination to break the net with Datang Yu, and the person he asked for was just the word profit.

Since only profit is sought, there is the possibility of delaying time. As long as the grain dragged to Lingnan is transported to Chang'an, and you still want Yanchi, I will send you directly to see the ancestors of the Murong family.

Fu Yun also knew that Datang really couldn't spare his hands to clean himself up now, otherwise he wouldn't have sent such an envoy to fight with him.

If he can take the salt pond without a single soldier, it will of course be a good thing for Fu Yun. If Datang is unwilling to endure the pain of cutting his love, he can also rest assured that he can boldly attack the sandbank.

The two had their own thoughts, and the scene suddenly became harmonious.