Whether a man is mature or not, there are several points to refer to: knowing shame, fear, difficulty, severity, urgency, and retreat.

Yang Chuan thought about it and thought that he was very mature now.

This is a long way to Mobei, and he doesn't know how many difficulties and obstacles there are, so he simply pretended to have forgotten Zhang Qian's wife and children.

That old, who saved his life twice, finally gave himself such a hand, which is extremely disappointing.

However, depression is depression, but it is not jealousy.

This person, living in this world, if he wants to change from a slave to a commoner, a good citizen, a official, an official, and even a feudal lord to achieve something great, he must go through some ups and downs.

Otherwise, even if you get a fortune, it may still be a bowl of peerless poison, and often before you have time to taste its wonderful taste, it will become a pile of dry bones that no one cares about......

While packing his bags and sighing a few words, Yang Chuan was somewhat relieved to find that after several years of social beatings, his ideological consciousness has broken through a new realm, and he can write a few chicken soup words to deceive people.

"Childe, what about these gems?"

When everything was packed up and he was about to go out, Tangyi's father squatted in front of a large pile of Hetian jade seeds, with a sad face.

He had seen the world in Chang'an City, and knew how valuable these stones should be, so if he took out a piece casually, he might be able to exchange it for hundreds of cattle, thousands of sheep, and hundreds of acres of fertile land.

But Yang Chuan was disdainful of this, and scolded with a smile: "Uncle Tangyi, let's go all the way to move a bunch of mutton fat jade back, is it for those Huns and Qiang people, or for the thieves who block the road and rob?" ”

There was one thing he didn't say.

That is: maybe, it is still for those officials and magnates in the Han Empire who eat people and do not spit out bones, this inference has nothing to do with character and morality, and is purely out of consideration of human nature and human hearts.

In other words, he Yang Chuan loves the Han Empire, but he does not necessarily love the emperors, magnates and officials of the Han Empire......

"They can get a lot of cattle and sheep and land." Tangyi's father said stubbornly.

"I know that they are all valuable," Yang Chuan looked at the pitiful appearance of Tangyi's father, and suddenly felt a little unbearable, "Uncle Tangyi's father, I know you like jade, that's good;

After we settle down in Chang'an City, my son promises that in less than three years, we will set up a mining team to dig up mutton fat jade here. ”

Tangyi's father sighed, and finally stopped insisting: "Okay, listen to the ...... of the son"

……

Riding the raft out of the canyon, Yang Chuan glanced back and felt that his heart was quite unpleasant.

This is a good place to retreat, and after he got out of trouble, he got the best recuperation, but unfortunately it may become a big pit in the Han Empire in the future.

According to historical records, after Huo Qu's illness penetrated the Hexi Corridor, the royal family and the powerful families in Chang'an City successively sent thousands of slaves and craftsmen to excavate Hetian jade in the Khotan area, and made great profits.

Yang Chuan guessed that the reason why those people knew the origin of Khotanese jade should be related to the 'Map of the Western Regions' brought back by Zhang Qian.

There is even a possibility that Zhang Qian is also involved, allowing him to ascend from a small Lang official to the heavens and become a powerful family of the Han Empire, and then obtain the title of 'Marquis of Bowang'.

If it weren't for Zhang Qian's experience of being yin, Yang Chuan might not think so, after all, that uncle is a character in a history textbook, who dares to question it easily?

But now......

That's it.

Fortunately, he has always been cautious and cautious, and did not tell Zhang Qian about the real 'mine nest' of Khotanese jade, otherwise, even if he wants to dig in the future, it is estimated that he will have to use some more means.

The only thing Yang Chuan has to do is to put a small question mark on the name 'Zhang Qian' in his small book to see the after-effects.

From the perspective of a professional chef, this world is nothing more than a big kitchen, if the Han Empire, the Xiongnu, the Western Regions, the Qiang tribe, Nanyue, etc. are all kinds of ingredients;

Then, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Wei Qing, Huo Quzhi, Zhang Qian, Li Guang and other characters are condiments.

Condiments, nature has its own taste, sweet and sour, spicy and salty, who hasn't had a personal hobby? Feminine, ruthless, arrogant, domineering, and awe-inspiring, they are all worth tasting.

As for Yang Chuan himself, he just wants to be a good cook.

The person in charge of the spoon is nothing more than using an axe and knife to cut and classify all kinds of ingredients, and try not to deal with them by boiling, frying, slicing, and marinating after they should be fried, steamed, and grilled.

By the way, some ingredients still need to be carefully marinated before they can be called real food......

……

"Childe, it's time to hit the road."

Just when Yang Chuan was deep in thought, Tangyi's father came over with a bison: "This female bison is very docile and not crazy, so the son can barely be a mount." ”

Yang Chuan looked around and found that there were hundreds of bison gathered around, and there were not many original cattle, sheep and horses left, so he couldn't help but smile.

"I wonder if Lord Zhang Qian brought our cattle, sheep and horses back to Chang'an City?"

"He should be able to bring back more than half of it."

"Oh? So sure? ”

"The Huns were in civil strife, he advanced into the Hexi Corridor, claiming to be going to Longcheng to offer gifts to Lao Danyu, and then, through the mouth of Biandu, arrived at Qiangzhong Road, and entered the Han ...... from Longxi"

Yang Chuan was stunned for two or three breaths, and suddenly laughed.

Wasn't the route taken by Zhang Qian designed by himself? Okay, you thick-eyed Bo Wanghou, who is noncommittal on the surface, but in fact has long been prepared to flee first?

If it weren't for Yang Chuan's bent desire to return to Han and want to use a little bit of the uncle's strength, he wouldn't want to go to Mobei this time!

"Don't worry, Uncle Tangyi, catch up with our ox cart and walk slowly."

Yang Chuan looked up at the six silly eagles hovering overhead, jumped on a special ox cart, and said with a smile: "What we are going to save is someone else's wife, why are you in a hurry?" ”

The wheels of this bullock cart are very high, somewhat similar to the 'lele cart' of the nomadic tribes, but it is actually very spacious inside, almost like a large slowly moving tent with four oxen in the rut.

In addition, there are three pairs of soft sleeves that are pulled out, and three groups of twelve cows are pulled.

In other words, the ox cart designed and built by Yang Chuan for himself was pulled by sixteen oxen, and after the power was decomposed, each cow only needed to pay a small amount of strength to make it move forward.

He was proud of this.

Fortunately, this is on the grassland, if he returns to the Han Empire, 'untouchables' like him and his cousin's father, riding a pig may be taken down and punished, right?

Lying in the warm and comfortable tent, looking at the endless grassland in front of him, he was in a good mood: "Uncle Tangyi, do you know what our ox cart is called?" It's called an RV. ”

This person, as long as he lowers his standards a little and can be content, can he be happy?

Yang Chuan is very satisfied with his current life, even if he knows that the future is uncertain, and he doesn't know how many difficulties and dangers are waiting for him, so he simply doesn't think about it, just make the present more comfortable.

Outside the tent, the autumn breeze was bleak, the bison were mooing, and a few golden eagles were soaring in the sky, scouting the road for this long-distance team, and from time to time there were a few chirps of Qingyue.

On this day, it is very comfortable.

Yang Chuan leaned on Sister Leopard's soft body, staggered, and fell asleep after a while.

The cousin's father, who was sitting on the wheel to catch the car, was a little uncertain, and looked up at the gloomy sky from time to time.

According to his experience, it may snow on the grassland in the next day or two.

And the most terrible thing is still those Huns and Qiang tribes, once they are targeted by those guys, they will inevitably have a hard battle and a long escape.

But!

Yang Chuan Gongzi didn't seem to be worried about this at all?

The cousin's father wrapped his sheepskin robe tightly, coughed lightly, and looked a little melancholy: 'Alas, it's still a child after all......