The ten commanders of the Huns got up slowly, staring at Zhang Qian with a faint gaze: "Such a delicious broth, don't the envoys of the Han Kingdom taste it?" ”

Yang Chuan stopped, looked at the Hun Ten Commanders with a blank expression, and then at Zhang Qian.

He found that the Hun was almost finished, his lips were so bruised that his eyeballs had begun to be bloodshot, and he was like a wild wolf who chose to devour people.

As for the famous Zhang Qian, he has changed into a black linen dress at this moment, tall and thin, and against the backdrop of a high crown belt, he is also quite elegant and heroic.

The only thing that stunned Yang Chuan was that Zhang Qian seemed to be wearing open crotch pants......

Zhang Qian said indifferently: "Come to the soup." ”

"Go," the ten-captain waved his hand, "to the envoy of the Han Kingdom." ”

Yang Chuan felt a stomach in his heart, the aconitine in this can of sheep soup was enough to poison five cows......

He put the clay pot on the ground, stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky, and then pointed to the ground, bowed to the ten captains of the Huns, but spit on Zhang Qian and Tangyi's father.

Then, when he lifted the clay pot, he fell straight to the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

Especially Zhang Qian, his face was pale, and he scolded: "The shaft is rude!" ”

The leaders of the Huns and Qiang people were stunned, and when they looked at the angry Zhang Qian and Tangyi's father, and then at the harmless Yang Chuan, they suddenly burst into laughter.

"Look, this is the Han people, who like to bite their own people the most, hahaha!"

The ten commanders of the Xiongnu were in a good mood and waved his big hand: "Danmuji, let you young women come in, sing, dance, and toast!" ”

Danmu Jitou laughed and walked out of the tent.

It can be seen that the Huns are in a good mood, and this time the 'summer grain' should be able to pay hundreds of cattle, sheep and horses less, right? I can't say, this damn Han cub is still somewhat useful......

Soon, more than a dozen Qiang women walked into the tent.

They were as tame as a flock of lambs, and as soon as they entered the door, they began to sing the 'toasting song' of the Qiang people, in groups of two, one toasted, and one grabbed the big hands of the Huns and stuffed them into sheepskin robes to warm their hands.

Even, even Zhang Qian and Tangyi's father were arranged with four young Qiang girls.

Yang Chuan inadvertently found that although Zhang Qian was still angry, he did not refuse the Qiang girl's service, and he was almost drunk, and the big hand stuffed in the Qiang girl's arms seemed to be grabbed a few times......

……

In the tent, the warblers sang and danced, and the wine and meat were fragrant.

Yang Chuan quietly walked out of the tent and secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems that this time the bet was right." ’

Before the two Qiang warriors insulted Zhang Qian, was forced by the Huns to let people beat him to death, he repeatedly pondered, scrutinized, and after a very strict psychological prediction and counter-prediction reasoning, he felt that let him, a Han boy, provoke the Han envoys, not only did not have any risk, but would completely eliminate the vigilance of the Huns.

Of course, even if the Huns turned their faces on the spot, he actually prepared a backhand......

Returning to the side of the pot stove and taking a look at the stewed meat Dading, Yang Chuan was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a lot less mutton soup, and there were several Qiang warriors standing by the Dading scooping and drinking soup.

There should still be people who haven't drunk the soup.

Yang Chuan walked up to a Qiang warrior, pointed to the tent of the head of Danmuji, pointed to the sky, and pointed to the thirteen shivering female slaves in the distance.

Then he brought over a clay pot and began to scoop the soup into it.

The Qiang warrior was puzzled, looked up at the blue sky, turned his head to look at the poor female slaves, and seemed to understand something: "Danmu Jitou, do you want them to toast us?" ”

It is a reward and an honor to toast an interracial slave girl.

Yang Chuan shook his head, handed a full jar of mutton soup to the Qiang warriors, made a toasting gesture, and began to scoop the soup into another clay pot with a blank face.

Dumbness has its own benefits of being dumb.

The Qiang warrior's brain is indeed very good, and he immediately understood, turned his head and shouted: "You, you, you come to help." ”

Seven or eight Qiang warriors came over and filled seven or eight clay pots with sheep soup by themselves; Several other Qiang people strode over and untied the wool ropes from the hands and feet of the thirteen dormition girls.

So, a special banquet began.

The female slaves were terrified, but they were very clever, and ten of them carried clay pots, singing a cheerful 'toast' while swinging their bewitching waists to give the Qiang warriors a 'soup'.

With joyful and bright singing, the remaining three female slave girls beat the sheepskin drum, shook the small golden bells on their wrists and ankles, and began to dance in a mesmerizing manner.

Twisting his waist and breaking his hips, he is extremely enchanting.

In order to increase the atmosphere, Yang Chuan quietly brought several large bundles of wood and pine branches and lit a bonfire.

So, the nearby Qiang people came out of their tents, men and women, young and old, joined in this unforgettable carnival, gulping down the delicious broth and dancing......

……

Aconitine can make the heart beat faster, so make the heart beat faster.

Yang Chuan observed the crowd for a while, and made sure that almost all the Qiang people had drunk the mutton soup...... He was finally relieved.

Yang Chuan quietly left the Qiang camp and took the bones of the slave on the stake.

The dead are great, and the earth is safe.

After all, in this almost barbaric land, this is the only person who has released kindness to him, so naturally he can't be exposed to the wilderness.

In the past few years, he has suffered from his young age and thin physique, and many things can only be endured, which makes him very uncomfortable.

Of course, he won't sit still.

In order to keep himself alive, Yang Chuan actually made a lot of preparations and back-ups.

Back then, he followed the exploration team to the north and south, just by hearing and seeing, he learned a lot about the ability to drill the ground and dig mountains and see dragon points, but he didn't expect it to help a lot now.

For example, this underground river, which can lead to a canyon more than ten miles away, is one of the escape routes he has prepared for himself.

It's a pity that it started in a hurry......

Nearly an hour later, Yang Chuan finally came to the outlet of the dark river.

At the exit, he listened intently for a while, but found nothing unusual, and then moved a few stones and walked out cautiously.

The canyon is narrow and deep, with dense forests on both sides of the mountain walls, but at the exit is a vast sea, which is almost an excellent hidden place in the Tarim River valley, where there are no boats or fishermen.

Of course, it is also a dangerous place.

The mountains are high and densely forested, inaccessible to people, and there is a large freshwater lake, making this small canyon at the northern foot of Kunlun Mountain a paradise for birds and beasts.

The white skeletons of rock sheep, elk, and wild boars can be seen everywhere, and the claw marks of those wild beasts on the shallows by the lake are the size of a dog's head, which should be left by tigers...... Right?

Yang Chuan walked quickly to a stone wall, took out a can of 'stinky fire oil', and lit a large fire, only then did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief;

Stinky oil is actually the oil of later generations.

This kind of thing is very common in the Tarim River Basin, and a layer of black oil can be seen on the surface of many low-lying salt-alkali flats, wetlands and lakes, which people in the Western Regions call 'stinky oil' and often avoid it.

Because, the smell of stinky fire oil when it burns is really unbearable.

But for Yang Chuan, this familiar smell, which was once very disgusting, made him feel an inexplicable peace, allowing him to finally get rid of his despair and fear of the barbarian world.

Therefore, in the past few years, he has collected a lot of them, all of which he has preserved in clay pots and hidden them in several places.

Digging a pit not far from the fire, Yang Chuan buried the skeleton in the earth and piled stones on the small mound before he began to work.

The tools are rudimentary, but they are well stocked, axes, saws, wool ropes, etc.

He cut down some red willow trees, lit two large fires not far away, and began to cut down trees and carry stones, intending to build himself a safe haven first......