In the north of July, at noon, except for the freshly harvested wheat stubble, it is rare to see busy farmers in the field.

It was so hot that even the birds lazily hid in the shade of the trees.

On the official road, there were occasional caravans sweating and driving wagons and camel caravans to the capital of the Celestial Empire to create wealth.

Thirty miles south of the city, next to the official road, there is a simple tea stall set up by the nearby people, selling herbal tea and white water, and the little woman wiped the sweat from her forehead after sending the herbal tea snacks to the table.

These days, there are obviously more people coming and going to the capital, it is said that the caravans from all over the country are rushing to the capital, to arrive in the capital in the Mid-Autumn Festival, to participate in the Mid-Autumn Festival held by the household department of the first Daxia "Wuhua Tianbao" cup goods exchange fair.

What kind of cup exchange could be, the little woman couldn't understand at all.

But the meeting that the old men of the household department wanted to hold brought a lot of income to her small tea stall.

Taking advantage of this busy time, she and her husband can earn at least twenty or thirty taels of silver through the slack, not to mention buying new clothes for the old mothers and children at home, or buying some meat to eat every once in a while, and they can have a few taels of silver left over during the New Year's Festival.

The man looked up at his wife, who was sweating lightly on her forehead, got up to wipe off her dusty hands, poured a bowl of cold sweet mash, and walked to the little woman with it.

"Boss, no one orders sweet soup, what are you doing with this sweet soup?"

"This is what I brought you to drink~"

Jia Cong, who was drinking bitter tea, felt that the herbal tea in his mouth was even more bitter, and almost all the merchants sitting in the tea stall subconsciously glanced at the tea in their hands......

Damn, feed people green oranges on a hot day!

"My brother really loves my daughter-in-law, sister-in-law drink it, it must be sweet!"

Someone suddenly shouted, and the people in the tea stall immediately coaxed, and the laughter dispelled the tiredness on their bodies, and they all smiled with their aunts, staring at the couple in front of the stove.

The little woman had greeted her guests generously before, and she would have been so eager to hide herself in her husband's arms, and she would not even dare to raise her head.

On the contrary, the man smiled, stuffed the sweet soup in the bowl into his wife's hand, and smiled at the person who shouted just now: "My daughter-in-law has married into my family, is filial to her parents, and raises her children, how can I not feel distressed." This tea stall is my daughter-in-law's idea, open for another two years, not only can I build a blue brick house, but the two sons can make enough money to marry their daughters-in-law, do you say I don't feel sorry for my good daughter-in-law? ”

"Good woman, brother is so blessed!"

The guests were so praised that the couple became even more welcoming, and even added a small plate of refreshing pickles to each person.

"To say that the changes in the past two years are really big, the imperial court not only abolished the miscellaneous labor, but also successively reduced the collection of land taxes, and the life of the common people is getting better and better."

"That's not it, don't say anything else, the people have spare money in their hands, and the business of our businessmen is much better."

"That's right, I originally thought that the imperial court raised the commercial tax, which would make it more and more difficult to do business, but I didn't expect the imperial court to cancel the harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes in various places, and in comparison, the cost is smaller than before."

"What this guest official said is that in the past, when I went to the city to sell the vegetables and fruits I grown, I had to pay the city fee, and I had to pay the security guard money to the officials who patrolled the streets, and I couldn't get a few dollars all year round. But now, you only need to go to Fang City to pay a five-cent management fee, and you can sell it on a fixed stall for three days......"

"The Holy Monarch is in the court, and the people are really fortunate to be born in the Heavenly Dynasty to enjoy a stable and prosperous life. It finally rained in Shanxi a few days ago......"

Jia Cong's ears moved, and he didn't move.

Most of Shanxi has not had a few rains since the beginning of spring, and there are reports of severe drought in various parts of the country.

He continued to eat the sesame cake in his hand while listening to the chatter of the guests.

After listening to the merchant with a Shanxi accent, he poured a sip of herbal tea and continued: "You may not believe it, but this great drought almost spread throughout most of Shanxi, and no one starved to death! ”

"Oh? Could it be that the government is covering up the report? ”

"Who dare? At the beginning, Uncle Yongfeng killed people in Taiyuan, and His Majesty sent a lot of masters from the Metropolitan Procuratorate to the past, who dared to hide it? ”

"There is no need, the imperial court is not short of money and grain now, just the potatoes and corn stored in the granary are enough for thousands of people to fill their stomachs. What's more, the nearby Anbei Metropolitan Protectorate has supported a large amount of jerky, which is more satisfying than food. ”

"I really didn't expect that one day we and other Han people would be able to receive the support of the Tartars during the disaster and eat the dried meat on the grassland......"

"That's not right, what is a tartar? We are also the people of His Majesty the Heavenly Khan, the upright people of the Han Dynasty! ”

The strange accent and slightly angry words diverted everyone's attention, and the owner of the voice was a tall man in a short shirt.

Dark-skinned, burly, and able to run horses on his arms......

The person who said the word Tartar before was embarrassed, this person's hairstyle was obviously different from that of the Central Plains, needless to say that he should be a man on the grassland.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have that ...... in the next."

The steppe man waved his hand indifferently: "I know, but please don't use tartar to call us grassland people in the future." Now we are the same as you, we are all descendants of Yan and Huang, and we are the most loyal warriors of His Majesty the Heavenly Khan......"

Speaking of the emperor, the steppe man got up and bowed to the north in reverence, and was more loyal than those disciples.

The topic of everyone came to the grassland again, and the man like the black iron tower got up to talk.

Warat and Tatar withdrew their feudal domains and set up counties, completely surrendered to Daxia, and in just three years, it seemed that the world had changed, and the lives of the common people became visibly rich.

Without the war, coupled with the development of wool, meat, and leather business, the people on the grassland no longer have to worry about the white snow in winter.

The Central Plains thoroughly popularized the cultivation of high-yield grain varieties, coupled with the rice that was harvested three times a year by the Jiaozhi Political Envoy, and the people on the grassland were not short of grain at all.

As long as a regime and an emperor can feed and clothe his people, then his prestige will definitely make the people worship as gods, needless to say.

The prestige of Emperor Yuanyou has surpassed that of the Emperor Taishang who killed the grassland in the past, and the divine power of the Heavenly Khan has been comparable to the immortal heaven of the steppe people, it is said that in the tent of the grassland, every family enshrines the divine card of His Majesty the Heavenly Khan, and the incense continues day and night.

Following the story of this grassland man, there was a white-skinned merchant from the Western Regions next to him, who was also full of emotion.

The people of Anbei and Beiting have lived a prosperous and beautiful life, but where is their Western Regions Protectorate?

The Marquis of Ningyuan County of the Celestial Empire slaughtered most of the small countries in the Western Regions, allowing the imperial army's army to quickly and smoothly unify the Western Regions.

What does the aristocracy have to do with them, the people at the bottom?

No, it's still related!

The imperial court set up prefectures and counties in the Western Regions, confiscated the land of the nobles who rebelled against the Celestial Empire, and distributed it to the poor people, so that the common people could have their land, so that the people would no longer be slaves of the nobles and enjoy the protection of the "Great Xia Law".

He was able to own a fleet of camels in just two years, and transported the goods from the Western Regions to the capital along the Silk Road to sell, relying on the protection of the Great Xia army and the support of the government.

Before he was released, his camel team was estimated to have not reached the Yumen Pass, and it would be robbed by those noble lords.

What Qiuzi and King Loulan, all go to death, I am only loyal to His Majesty the Great Sage Heavenly Khan, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty!

The scorching midday sun seemed to be unable to stop the people at the tea stalls, and merchants from all over the world told about the great changes in their hometowns.

Among these people, Jia Cong listened to pride and pride, all these changes have the credit of his third master!

In the team of people on the other side, the leader was pale, and wanted to scold the "storyteller", but he glanced at Jia Cong, who was "listening to the book" with melon seeds, with some scruples.

Only the few groom slaves who were not qualified to enter the tea stall to rest hid their envious and hopeful eyes, licked their chapped lips, and clenched the reins of the horsewhip in their hands.

Jia Cong didn't come specifically to send the living Buddha of the national teacher to Wu Sizang, and the chance encounter at the tea stall was really a coincidence.

He was going to Tongzhou Wharf to meet Xu Jin, a teacher who had returned to Beijing, and when he passed through here, he couldn't stand the heat and wanted to drink a bowl of tea at the tea stall to escape the heat.

But I didn't want to meet the Wusi Tibetan teacher and the living Buddha of the Lamaism who was also here to take refuge in the summer.

The merchants in the tea stall are very interested in talking, anyway, the summer is in full swing outside, and there is not enough to communicate and exchange, praise His Majesty the Holy Emperor, and express the imagination of a happy life in the future.

This can be regarded as making Ali Ma Ba angry half to death, the people of Daxia are so rich, and the court is so rich, why didn't he have the slightest reward for him, the teacher of the Wusi Tibetan country?

What's the name of the one in the Ministry of Rites? Oh, Nie Chaoyi, he even said that the household department is in a tight supply, and he has to reduce the court's financial and grain support for Wu Sizang this year!

Jia Cong didn't bother to take care of him, and when he had rested enough, he took the guards and left the tea stall.

One after another, the guests in the tea stall got up to continue their journey, and so did Talimabala.

However, as he left, he glanced coldly at the owner of the tea stall.

"Lito, you take two people and kill that hateful couple!"

Lito was stunned, and saw that the cold light in his master's eyes was even worse, and finally lowered his head to answer the urn and obeyed the order.

Soon, there were only three customers left in the tea stall, and there was no one on the official road, only the big trees beside the road swaying in the wind, and occasionally a few cicadas and birds chirping, reminding people that time was slowly passing.

The couple began to clean up the dishes and tea cups, and the two behind the stove were still quietly discussing whether to go to the town and buy some pastries and snacks for the elderly and children at home.

"Woo woo wow, woo wow la!" (Lito, it's time for us to do it, and we'll have to chase the master later.) ）

A cold light flashed in Lito's eyes, and he glanced at the big tree not far away, and nodded.

"Woo woo woo woo!" (Okay, ready...... ）

Swish!

The scimitar on his waist was pulled out sharply, and after two muffled grunts, the couple behind the stove heard the movement and got up to look this way.

Immediately, the man covered his wife's exclamations.

Jia Shiyi jumped down from the tree with a few people and rushed over quickly.

"The little third master really didn't miscalculate, your master is really a cautious person!"

Jia Shiyi said to the frightened tea stall couple: "Jia Shiyi, the commander of the guards in the Xia Yongfeng Bo Mansion, go home earlier today, the Yongfeng Bo Mansion has taken over the matter here." By the way, it's good to go out of the stall normally tomorrow, don't be afraid, the soldiers of Daxia will always be the most powerful backing for the people! ”

……

Lito is a confidant samurai of Tali Mabala, who follows the living Buddha, eats well and dresses well, but he is still a lowly slave.

There is a tattoo on the back of his hand, even if he marries a wife and gives birth to a child, he is still a slave of the National Teacher's Mansion, and his children and grandchildren will not escape the fate of being tattooed.

This is Uszang, the seemingly powerful, hierarchical Uszang!

Lito had forgotten what his parents looked like, only that his father had died in the civil strife in Uszang, and that his mother had been tortured to death by a Dharma King of the National Teacher's Mansion when he was a child.

The Dharma King was one of the most trusted subordinates of the National Teacher, and he tried to take revenge, but the National Teacher would not allow it, and would even tie him to a stone and die at the moment when he offered revenge.

"Lito, if you dare to make a move on that couple, you won't be able to get out of this tea stall."

"I didn't think about attacking them, the samurai's sword won't be pulled out at the lamb."

Lito didn't say what he really thought in his heart, he was very envious of the couple, he didn't want to break their happiness, it was like guarding his heart's desire, guarding the only sunshine left in the darkness of his heart.

Jia Shiyi threw a token engraved with a flying fish pattern over and tried to catch it in surprise.

I only heard Jia Shiyi say: "You are a real warrior, and you should not be a slave to a tyrannical and cruel demon." A true samurai should draw his sword for the country and the people, and for the weak. ”

"Aren't you also a slave? Your master, Yongfengbo, has killed countless people, even I in Wusizang have heard that he killed tens of thousands of grassland people in Hexi. ”

Lito's rhetorical question did not make Jia Shiyi angry in the slightest, but laughed out loud.

"Lito, who said I was a slave? I ......"

Jia Shiyi pointed to several Rongguo Mansion soldiers on the side, and said solemnly: "And them, we are the soldiers of the Jia family, and the soldiers are not the same as slaves......

The pro-soldiers, including Jia Shiyi, puffed up their chests one after another.

"We, the pro-soldiers, were born as the retainers of the Jia family, and were buried in the ancestral grave of the Jia family after their deaths, and the tablets were offered to the ancestral hall of the Jia family, and the descendants of the Jia family were worshiped for generations to enjoy the incense."

"In other words, if I die, the sons and grandsons of the third master will give me incense and kowtow to me every New Year's festival and call me an ancestor."

"Lito, can you enjoy the incense of your national teacher and descendants after you die?"

Incense, Uszor's slave died, the corpse would be pecked clean by birds and beasts, and no one would remember him, just like his father, who didn't even have a name.

Lito was envious, and the desire in his heart was infinitely amplified by Jia Shiyi's words.

Until......

……

Ali Ma Bara frowned and looked at the bloody man kneeling in front of the carriage, and asked dissatisfiedly, "What about the two people of Hei Qi and Hei Ba?" Who hurt you? ”

Lito endured the pain on his body, and replied in a loud voice: "Master, that Yongfeng Bo guessed that the master would make a move on the people at the tea stall, and sent someone to hide quietly not far away, and Hei Qi and Hei Eight died at their hands in order to cover the villain." ”

"Rubbish! I can't do that. Get out of the way and follow the convoy......"

He didn't doubt Lito's words, and after staying in the capital for several months, his disdain for Jia Cong from the beginning had long since turned into hatred and worry.

This Jia family is scheming, and he is the great enemy of Wusizang!

It is not advisable to stay here for a long time, so it is better to leave quickly. When I return to the Holy City, I will have a good talk with those people in the West.

If you want Ushide to give them their lives to fight against Great Xia, you must show sincerity......

Recommended commuter passes

That's all for tonight, continue tomorrow, good night!

(End of chapter)