Five fat sheep were roasted in the naan pit, and it would take at least an hour to cook, Yang Chuan asked everyone to go to the tent to rest, but he came to the sea and took a bath happily.

Both the Huns and the Qiang bathed only twice in their lives: birth and death.

They believe that the soul of a person covered in dirt is the cleanest, and those fat fleas and lice are pearls from the sky, which are Tengri's gift to the people of the world.

It is said that if a person does not have a smell and lice, he cannot become a sage, and his soul after death will be severely punished......

……

Using salt, plant ash and cypress powder, he thoroughly washed his body, and changed into the sheepskin robe and deerskin boots prepared in advance, Yang Chuan hummed comfortably.

Go to its pearls, go to its Tengger gifts!

The days of foul smell and lice crawling, he has had enough of it in the past few years.

Throwing the sheepskin robes, boots and hats that he had changed out of before into the fire, listening to the lice bursting in the fire and making a tooth-sore 'beep' sound, Yang Chuan felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart.

"Why, you don't like lice either?"

I don't know when, Zhang Qian came behind Yang Chuan, and said with a smile: "We Han sages don't like stench and lice, they taught people thousands of years ago to take a break every five days, and taught people to wash their hair and clothes with soap. ”

Yang Chuan got up and saluted: "The kid has been taught." ”

Then, a strange look appeared on his face, because he noticed that Zhang Qian's beard, hair, and collar were infested with lice......

Zhang Qian smiled indifferently, took out a fat lice from between his beards, and threw it in the fire: "Just follow the customs." ”

"A certain family has been envoys to the Western Regions all these years, and they have to pretend to be Huns and Hu people many times, if there is no stench and lice on their bodies, won't they be exposed all of a sudden?"

After speaking, he laughed.

Yang Chuan bowed deeply, and felt admiration in his heart for this down-to-earth and heroic man.

Zhang Qian stretched out a big hand, rubbed it vigorously on the top of Yang Chuan's head, sighed, and said, "Get through this period of time, we can go home......

Yang Chuan's heart moved, and asked: "My father is the son of a good family in Longxi, and he died on the battlefield, and later the Qiang people looted in the area of Lintao and Caohan (Hezhou), which ruined my family, and only I survived and became a slave."

Dare to ask the uncle, in a situation like mine, will I still be a slave after returning to the Han Dynasty? ”

This is important.

Even if he tried to escape back to the Han Empire, if he returned to the Han Dynasty, he would be reduced to a prisoner, a slave, or a pariah......

Yang Chuan naturally won't go back.

"Your father is the son of a good family and died on the battlefield, your household registration is naturally innocent," Zhang Qian seemed to see through Yang Chuan's careful thoughts, and said with a warm smile: "Of course, time has passed, and you don't have land and wealth in your family, but you can't be considered a good family." ”

Yang Chuan nodded.

Not only must the household registration be innocent, but there are no so-called 'seven branches' within three generations, such as 'criminals, outlaws, sons-in-law, Jia people, so they have city registration, parents have city registration, and big parents have city registration'.

Moreover, they must have acres of land and wealth.

If you want to become a 'good family', you must at least be able to buy a war horse, a set of armor, a bow and a crossbow and a competent weapon.

Yang Chuan roughly calculated that if his family did not have hundreds of acres of fertile land, he would not be able to become a 'good family' at all.

"I don't expect to be a good family," Yang Chuan said with a wry smile, "I just want to return to my homeland and not become a pariah, a slave or a stateless savage." ”

Zhang Qian said very seriously: "As long as you are innocent, don't commit crimes, and don't be willing to degenerate into a son-in-law or a businessman, you shouldn't fall into a lowly status...... In addition, even if your Yang family's household registration in Longxi has been dispersed, a certain family can also guarantee you and re-register your household. ”

Yang Chuan once again gave a deep salute: "Boy Yang Chuan, thank you uncle!" ”

This is what the big husband did, Zhang Qian not only did not take the opportunity to take him as a servant, but also vouched for a small person like him and re-arranged the household, which is not a small favor.

You must know that the household registration system of the Han Dynasty is very strict, in order to prohibit the people from leaving their nationality and exile at will, they have successively formulated the 'Exile Law', the 'Concealment Law' and the 'Joint Sitting Law'......

……

At sunrise, the roasted whole lamb is ready to eat.

When Tangyi's father, more than 30 Hu merchants and thirteen female slaves walked out of the tent and saw the clean and refreshing Yang Chuan, they all cheered: "What a handsome young man from the Han family!" ”

Yang Chuan is indeed very handsome.

He had clear eyebrows, a thin and straight figure, a little lamb robe with a snow-white coat, and a pair of deerskin boots sewn by himself.

Thirteen female slaves gathered around, chattering, moving their hands and feet, pinching their faces and pinching their arms and legs, which made Yang Chuan embarrassed for a while: "Aunties, tap ......"

The crowd laughed.

The rest women were enthusiastic and generous, and they didn't care much about the defense of men and women, and after they giggled and 'flirted', they took out their own spice boxes and let Yang Chuan choose them by himself.

There are many kinds of spices and excellent quality, not only pepper, cloves and other condiments, but also ambergris, rosemary, frankincense, benzoin, Suhe incense, agarwood, etc., which are mostly medical things.

The spices taken out by these female slaves are mostly incense, which can effectively repel fleas, mosquitoes, flies, bed bugs and lice after spraying on their bodies or clothes, and can also make the whole person fragrant......

Yang Chuan couldn't refuse, so he chose a benzoin and said with a smile: "Roasted whole sheep can be eaten!" ”

Everyone was already a little impatient, and when they heard the phrase 'eat', they burst into applause, and more than a dozen people stepped forward quickly, smashed the sealing mud on the top of the stove, and lifted the five fat sheep out of the naan pit.

There was a splashing sound, and the fragrance was overflowing.

The surface of the five fat sheep is a layer of burnt yellow, the color is bright, the fat of Qing Lingling is still bubbling, and a strange smell of meat spreads when it is launched, refreshing people's hearts.

Especially this group of people fought all night, hungry and thirsty, and suddenly smelled the fresh aroma of roasted whole sheep, and their eyes were already shining and their index fingers were moving.

In the silence, there was only the sound of gulping saliva......

"Bring it and lay it on the stone."

The father of the cousin carried a wooden barrel, cleaned a few rocks by the sea, and shouted loudly: "The Han envoy has not yet started eating, if you steal it again, be careful to chop off the paws of the dogs!" ”

But someone couldn't help it, so he tore off a crispy and soft roast lamb and swallowed it in a big bite.

"Be careful of hot mouths......" Looking at the appearance of those Hu merchants grinning and inhaling repeatedly, Yang Chuan smiled helplessly.

As an excellent cook, he is still very confident in the food he cooks, thinking that at the beginning, even the big foodies in the exploration team were full of praise for their craftsmanship, not to mention these Hu people who were still in the stage of 'smoke and fire'......

The five roasted whole sheep were placed on a clean stone, exuding a fragrant aroma of meat, and even Zhang Qian couldn't sit still.

He stretched out his big hand, tore off a large piece of rib meat that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, fat and thin, praised the sentence 'I don't get tired of eating', and swallowed it into my stomach in the blink of an eye.

"Fragrant, so fragrant!"

Zhang Qian sighed again, reached out and tore off another piece of meat, ignoring the hot hands and mouth, munching heavily, and said vaguely: "You are all second, you are all second." ”

As a result, dozens of people let go of their hands and feet and feasted.

Yang Chuan also tore a roast leg of mutton, squatted on the rocky beach by the sea and ate it slowly, but it was very gentle.

He stubbornly believes that the more difficult a person is to make a living, the more he must be in awe of food, chew slowly, and savor the gift of nature.

The morning sun is so good, shining on the snow-capped mountain tops, outlining a colorful circle of light; The lake is turquoise, and a few bar-headed geese gently skim the water, catching a few fish and leaving some ripples.

Birds and insects chirp, and there was silence.

It's good to live freely!

Yang Chuan couldn't help but sigh, simply raised his delicate face, and took a deep breath of fresh and pleasant air.

Suddenly, a breeze blew.

He felt his scalp tingle, the corners of his eyes jumped wildly, and the skin on his body involuntarily tightened: an inexplicable and strong sense of crisis made his heart beat suddenly stop for a moment.