Sheep bow their heads to eat grass, and people bow their heads to eat a mouthful of food.

In many cases, there seems to be nothing wrong with this, but when people have to bow their heads, it is actually to survive, it is a bit disgusting.

Zhang Qian was very busy, and he had to rush to dig up Khotanese jade.

Yang Chuan was depressed.

He boiled himself a large basin of hot water, sprinkled some artemisia annua and wormwood into it, soaked in a comfortable bath, and changed into a clean sheepskin robe, which made him feel a little better.

Zhang Qian was not only pitted, but also yin, seeing that everyone could return to the Han Dynasty, he suddenly proposed to let him and Tangyi's father go to Longcheng to find a way to get his Hun wife and son back to Chang'an City.

Zhang Qian didn't promise anything, and naturally he wouldn't guarantee anything.

But in and out of his words, there is no lack of coercion, and this feeling is very bad......

……

Three days later, Zhang Qian and his party left.

They took away the camel caravan, horses, cattle and sheep, and drove away the more than 30 Lele carts, which were filled with jade seeds, cattle tendons, animal skins and other valuable goods, saying that he would take them back to Chang'an City for safekeeping, and when Yang Chuan returned to the Han Dynasty, he would return a lot of them to him.

In the canyon, there were only two left, Yang Chuan and Tangyi's father.

Sister Leopard's family stood on the rock, looking at their food being driven away, they looked very dissatisfied, and roared a few times at the backs of Zhang Qian and the others.

Tangyi's father still wanted to dig jade seeds for a few days, but was dissuaded by Yang Chuan: "Uncle, let's prepare something to go out first, this thing can't be eaten or drunk, for us, not only is it useless, but it may also cause big trouble." ”

He was telling the truth.

The two of them, one is a twelve-year-old poor boy, the other is a Huns, and from the current point of view, their identities are slaves, but they have to carry a lot of priceless mutton fat jade with them, isn't it just a life talisman?

Tangyi's father was very puzzled by this, but he followed Yang Chuan's advice and began to organize his bags, repair bows and arrows, and collect the broken copper and iron discarded by Zhang Qian and others, and piled them up.

The six golden eagles have softened and are eager to try the food when faced with food.

However, when they looked at Yang Chuan, there was still a trace of unwillingness, so they could only talk about it for another two or three days.

Yang Chuan was in a bad mood, so he could only blame them for their own miserable lives.

"Uncle Tangyi's father, Lord Zhang Qian's wife and son in the Xiongnu are in Longcheng?" When eating barbecue at noon, Yang Chuan asked casually.

Tangyi's father said angrily: "It's definitely not in Dragon City." ”

"Didn't Lord Zhang Qian say that he was in Dragon City?" Yang Chuan's mood became more and more irritable, but there was no need to lose his temper in front of his father, it could be seen that this Hun was actually Zhang Qian's abandoned son.

He couldn't figure it out, what did Zhang Qian mean by leaving the two of them behind and rushing back to Dahan in a hurry? After all, they have taken care of each other along the way......

"Three years ago it was in Dragon City, but now it should be in Mobei."

Tangyi's father was repairing a large Zhemu bow, and it could be seen that he cherished this bow very much, and the bow stem and bow horns had begun to be pulped, and he should always use it in his hand to play with and treacherous.

"Mobei is so big, the vast grassland, where are we going to find them?" Yang Chuan was a little melancholy.

He bent down, picked up a cedar wood bow, held the bow in his left hand, and pointed the string three times in his right hand, and took a standard posture of bending the bow and shooting the eagle eagle, and took a deep breath......

Pulled away less than an inch.

"Childe, from today onwards, I will teach you archery." Tangyi's father didn't look up, just listening to the sound of the bowstring vibrating, he knew that Yang Chuan had pulled a few inches apart.

Yang Chuan sneered, dropped the big bow in his hand, and said, "In a few days, those golden eagles are still not very obedient, see how I clean them up!" ”

As he spoke, he slipped into the room and slammed the door panel on top of it.

It's not that he doesn't want to learn the art of riding and archery, but he knows that his own conditions are congenitally insufficient, and in fact, he is not suitable for fighting, killing, and killing, especially in the stage of growing his body.

Tangyi's father looked up in amazement, looked at Yang Chuan's closed door, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

This son is good at everything, but he doesn't like riding and archery very much, and every time he asks to teach him the art of riding and archery, he will run away for various reasons, and he is hopeless.

Well, in the words of the Han people themselves, this is 'no learning and no skill'......

……

After returning to the room, Yang Chuan inspected a circle of golden eagles and found that they were all dying of hunger, and when he saw himself coming, there was still a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

"There is still a lack of social beatings." He sighed with emotion, and then stopped paying attention to these stupid eagles.

He pushed Sister Leopard, who was lying on the bed for a morning break, to the side, removed a few wooden sticks on the bed, reached in, and fumbled for two sheepskin bags.

Cook, you're going to go far away, so you have to prepare some spices, knives, pots and pans, right?

For example, he has two bags on hand, one is specially for spices, the other is for knives, and as for pots and pans...... Discuss it with your cousin later, and see if he is interested in becoming a good blacksmith.

Yang Chuan's seasoning package is relatively simple, but some bottles and cans are full of pepper, cloves, sesame seeds, coriander, sesame oil, salt, mandala, aconitum and other 'condiments', and there are about 30 kinds in total.

The other bag was full of kitchen knives.

Machetes, kitchen knives, boning knives, fillet knives, beef knives, paring knives, slicing knives, serrated knives, Granton knives, bread knives, conditioning knives, trimming knives, shrimp cutting knives, cinnamon knives......

The variety is also complete, not only can you cook Chinese food, but you can also make a few kinds of Western food that dogs don't eat, but all of them are inferior.

There's no way, he's a slave, and it's not bad that he can sneak out so many broken copper and iron, and 'polish' it into a knife in private.

Next, he needs to tidy up and use the pile of iron and bronze tools outside to create a set of special knives for cooks for himself, which can be used for self-defense in emergencies, and is usually an identity certificate-

It's reasonable for a chef to have a boning knife and a kitchen knife, right?

Correspondingly, a chef with unparalleled cooking skills in the world has dozens of magic weapons, which is not only reasonable, but also a symbol of status......

When I was studying in my previous life, I always thought that the Huns were very backward, drinking Mao Ru's blood, and all day long, they either bent their bows and shot eagles, or herded sheep and horses, burned, killed, and plundered, and did all kinds of evil.

In fact, Yang Chuan spent five or six years on the grassland before he figured out that the iron-smelting technology of the Huns was very powerful, and it was no worse than the level of the Han Empire, and he had even mastered a lot of secrets of steelmaking.

The only problem is that the efficiency is too low, it is better to go directly to robbery, so they don't care much about production, loot everywhere, and finally turn themselves into a bunch of barbarians.

This is the vice of the nomadic tribe, it is something in the bones, and no one can change it.

"First you have to get an anvil, two hammers, and burn some charcoal......

Half an hour later, Yang Chuan went out with a large bag of things, but he couldn't find his cousin's father, so he had to do it himself, began to cut down trees, and prepared to burn some charcoal to start making iron.

Suddenly, there were several eagles and tigers roaring faintly from the depths of the canyon; Immediately after, there was a dull thud, and the ground beneath his feet began to tremble slightly.

Yang Chuan quickly climbed a big tree, and when he looked from afar, he saw a large herd of wild cattle rushing wildly, a large herd of five or six hundred.

The dust is flying, and the bison are galloping.

Father Tang Yi rode on the back of a tall black bull, wielding a long whip, proud like a bull demon king......