After Cui Zhongshi left, the spring still went to the south first, where the chiefs couldn't wait to plant large poppies, but my father didn't move.

In recent years, due to the start of the civil war on the land of the Han people, the huge profits of planting opium poppies in the vast territory of Tusi have been targeted by the Sichuan military government, the only force. More and more Han chariots and horses drove into this mysterious and primitive land, and poppies that once belonged to us were ignited in other Tusi territories.

That year, the year after Cui Zhongshi left, the price of opium fell by half. But the more prices fall, the larger the area of land for opium poppy cultivation. After a few years of this, at the time of the autumn harvest, the greedy toasters found that there was not enough food for the coming year. My toast father had a lot of money, and he used worthless opium to exchange food from the Han land, and after the beginning of spring this year, he stayed still and listened to what other toasts were planting in the field.

The spring breeze moved north day by day, and the leaders of all parts of the country were worried that they would miss the agricultural time, so they blocked the gate of the official village for several days to ask to see Tusi. I also feel that I really can't wait any longer, otherwise before Cui Zhongshi comes back, I will already die of hunger in the hungry wolf surrounding the mountain.

Toast listened to my words and did not say anything, but turned his inquiring gaze to me: "What do you say should be planted?" ”

I was stunned, in the past, at this time, I would quietly ask Cui Zhongshi behind me, but now I don't have this opportunity.

"Let's grow food!" I recklessly gave the answer, because the poppy always reminds me of Cui Zhongshi, the poppy essence, the more I think about him, the more sad I am, the more sad I think about him, in order to avoid lovesickness, it is better not to see him.

But I didn't expect Toast to smile at me when he heard this, and he said with satisfaction, "I think so too." ”

My heart tightened, I didn't know what he meant, if it was about Cui Zhongshi, I would be angry enough now. Toast seemed to see the hostility in my eyes, sighed, walked to the couch, looked at me like a fool, and said to me, "Do you believe that the price of wheat will be higher than that of poppy in this autumn's harvest?" ”

I glared at him and shook my head and said I didn't know. Tusi regretfully stroked the jade wrench on his finger and said, "The north does not plant because they are smart, but because the weather is bad there, and the winter wind will return to them again." And in the South, they are indeed not smart. My father smiled and said to me, "You can't be so heartless anymore, my son wants to be like me." ”

He also told me that Toast and Toast would never become friends, and that our goal was to turn them into loyal minions. This time he didn't put his hand on my head, but on my shoulder.

Just half a month later, news came that several toasts in the north had to be replanted with poppies with a shorter growing period due to severe frosts. But instead of being elated, I was so angry that I was alive all day, for I found that my mind did seem to be far worse than Toast.

This autumn saw a bumper wheat harvest, followed by a bumper crop of corn in late autumn. In the courtyard, the housekeeper took the account book and commanded the people to fight. The people cheered one after another, and a barn that couldn't be fuller exploded. A waterfall of golden corn poured to the ground with a clatter.

I laughed and said, "So much corn has broken the official village." "Tusi asked me what I thought, and I proposed to exempt the people from paying tribute for a year. Tusi patted me on the shoulder with satisfaction, and the people were happy, pooled money to hire a troupe, and spent four or five days in Guanzhai Square. During this period, my Tusi father personally ordered a play, which played the old story of the Han people, telling the story of an emperor in ancient times who was so greedy for women that he lost the country and the species. Tusi accompanied me from beginning to end, and after the play, he asked me how I felt, I looked at him with a frown, and after a pause, I pointed to the servant on the stage and said, that concubine is not as good-looking as Cui Zhongshi. Toast shook his head helplessly and asked if I had any other ideas. So I said that the old emperor should not have snatched his daughter-in-law.

After the autumn harvest, Tusi instructed me to set up a market for grain trading on the northern and southern borders of the territory. Before leaving, I took with me a bouquet of poppies, which were rare in our land this year. When Choi Jung-seok was by my side, I loved him and was dizzy by him. After he left, after a long time, his appearance in my mind did not slowly blur, but became more and more clear and palpable. While thinking about Cui Zhongshi, I arranged the construction of the border market.

We unloaded bales of wheat near the bunkers that had been used to defend the border against foreign enemies, built mills, and pitched tents on the river banks. The same was true of the men sent by the other Tusi, but they also brought all sorts of things, including poppies, from the territory to trade grain with me.

Before that, I'd have my men armed around the market, whether it's machine gunners or bombardiers. Although Toast had told me not to be so wary of those hungry and demoralized, force has always been my best and most trusted method, and I will not take it lightly at this time.

The other toast teams not only bought my food with silver, but also brought a lot of medicinal herbs and furs, as well as BMWs as gifts to my people. I thought that poppies were a strange thing, that they made our land fertile but embarrassed other toasts. I followed the instructions of the toast and transported the wheat to Handi, from where I exchanged it for grain and returned for something else. Coming and going, you can often get more than ten times the reward. A thriving border market was thus established at my guns and at the fingertips of Toast.

For the first time ever, I was made famous by the feat of establishing a market in Toast Territory. In the past few years, news of whether it is seeking marriage or revenge, has been floating in the sky above Tusi's territory all the time. Guo Jinyang and Chen Changwu begged me to enhance security measures, and all of this was left behind by the young Young Master Tusi.

I still look like I do my own thing, riding my horse and whipping in the endless fields, and my tall figure is always at the forefront of the team with a shotgun on my back. This pride even affected the noble Toast, and even my father said that youth was the enemy of death.

However, there is no shortage of eccentrics who do not know current affairs at any time and place.

On this day, as soon as I arrived at the market, a man followed me like a shadow, and followed me back and forth, going around the street seven or eight times.

I ignored him and walked to the market to talk to the Ronggong Toast, who was huddled outside the tent, as if ready to make a move. Just as I was about to step out of the tent, he finally rushed over, a sharp knife in his hand, but I kicked it away before he could put the cool thing on my neck.

Ronggong Tusi raised his chin and said, "The young master is very skilled, but I didn't expect you to have enemies too." "He called two of his best men over and asked me if I wanted to arrest that guy. I thought for a moment and said, "No." Then he walked over and stepped on the knife-wielding arm of the man who was on the ground.

I ripped off his hat and finally got a good look at his face. I was a little startled at first, and then I grabbed him by the collar under the nose of Ronggong Toast and dragged him far away.

"Get up." I told him that this man's name was Tsering, and he used to be a silversmith in charge of making jewelry for the Tusi family in the official village, but he was no trace before I met Cui Zhongshi.

Tsering did a somersault and stood up, but did not speak.

I didn't even look at him, and said, "Whom have you come to avenge you?" Before I could finish my sentence, his swarthy cheeks and gloomy gaze flashed quickly under my eyes, followed by a vicious fist slammed down on me. I didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, used my arm to block his punches, and then grabbed his belt and threw him to the ground. With a heavy sound of falling, the enemy finally spoke: "Phew! If you have the ability, you can kill me directly! ”

I was always irritable and was annoyed by his inexplicability, and I grabbed him and asked him what he was crazy about. Now his voice was not so low, and he said, "You killed my sister!" ”

"Who is your sister?" My contemptuous gaze made his voice tighten again. "Her name is Mulan. Five years ago, you sacrificed her. ”

When I heard this, I let go of him and said, "Then you should go to the lama and the living Buddha to take revenge." Moreover, I have never heard of a sacrifice to seek revenge. ”

He laughed at my words: "Not before, but soon!" The good days of you superior people are coming to an end! ”

Tsering said, throwing the knife on the ground, he looked at me, his eyes seemed to be on fire: "Soon, it's time to settle accounts with you toasters!" He looked at the blue sky in Tibet, and his eyes glistened with tears: "Spring is coming." ”

Yes, spring is coming. However, this spring, many uninvited guests with colors poured into Toast's territory. I heard that it was the Red Han who defeated the White Han Chinese. In the spring of this year, I once again met Commissioner Xu and Sun Chaozhong, who had been absent for a long time. Commissioner Xu is much older than he was back then, and he told us that he was promoted and demoted because he opposed the joint defense army helping the Central Army to fight the Communist Party, and became a provincial senator with no office and power, and now he has been forced to his old place by the artillery fire of the war. I asked him which one he wanted to take, the red road and the white road, and Commissioner Xu told me with a smile that he just wanted to have a smooth road to wealth and prosperity. After hearing this, I laughed twice like him, and then stopped talking with a gloomy face like Sun Chaozhong.

At first, these Han Chinese looked down on us and wanted to get food and meat with the guns in their hands, and I asked someone to give them these rations. When they were full, they came again to ask for wine and women. Tusi was also tortured by them, and he still maintained a wait-and-see attitude towards the colored regimes of these Han people, but his bottom line will not change, that is, his country must be permanent.

Such a chaotic situation makes me worry about Choi Jung-seok's situation every day and night. He and his aunt and uncle have not been heard from for five years. Now that the Han land is full of gunsmoke and war, I don't know if the place where he lives is too peaceful. The various assumptions in my chaotic brain made my heart numb, and I didn't know when Cui Zhongshi and I would see each other again!

During this chaotic time, my father, in order to appease these arrogant and cunning Han Chinese, acquiesced in the establishment of brothels on the borders of his own domain, and other toasts followed suit. As a result, there were fewer Han Chinese making trouble in the streets, but unfortunately, they brought something even more terrible - infectious diseases.

Soon, the syphilis soldiers began to lie in tents all day and all night, and in order to prevent them from dying in their holy territory, Toast had to bring them some food and drink when it snowed.

But the misfortune did not come alone, and it was not long before a new infectious disease broke out among the population. The military doctor brought by Commissioner Xu told us that the disease was called scarlet fever, and the Chinese medicine also called it "rotten throat sha", and that it may have been transmitted from children brought by refugees. At first, Tusi didn't pay much attention to these infectious diseases, which were only circulating among the Han Chinese, but soon, his fate played a joke with the pretentious Tusi. Just a dozen days later, my father, who had always been healthy, began to have chills and fever, and a red rash grew on his arm, until the doctor diagnosed that this was the scarlet fever that was now breaking out among the Han Chinese, and I saw an unprecedented fear in his eyes. Doctors told him that the disease was transmitted through breath and saliva and that there was no cure for the disease in Tibet, unless Tusi and the commissioner could buy enough antibiotics from the already devastated province of Sichuan to control the outbreak.

Since Tusi had this disease, he was isolated alone on the top floor of the official village, I went to ask an officer, and he told me that most of the antibiotics that these troops had stored before were lost in the defeat and transfer, and now the road from Tibet to Sichuan has basically been blocked by the People's Liberation Army, I have nothing to say, but I don't want to make my Tusi father rot in bed and die in bed.

The early spring and winter in Guanzhai were no different, and I found the silversmith Tsering who had tried to assassinate me from the prison cell of Guanzhai, and asked him to help me carry a letter to the Red Army below.

But I didn't expect that when I saw the letter again, it was being held in the hand of the person I knew and missed the most. And Tusi didn't expect that the messenger who saved his life this time was none other than the poppy spirit he had tried so hard to kill.