Time flashed, the third day of August.

Song Che bid farewell to the country of Posa and prepared to continue westward to the country of Wusu.

Wusu country is not far from Bosa, about 300 miles before and after.

The Wusu State was undoubtedly the most powerful country in the Western Regions, and the surrounding small states paid tribute to it every year, including the Posa Kingdom.

When she learned that Song Che was going to the Wusu Kingdom, Mandolin specially organized a caravan, one was to serve as a guide for Song Che and them, and the other was to pay tribute to the Wusu Kingdom in the name of the Western Yan Kingdom;

Coincidentally, the thing that Po Suo paid tribute to was the "fire cloth" that Song Che was looking for.

It is rumored that the "fireproof clothing" is made of fire cloth, it is not afraid of fire, and it is not washed with water if it is dirty, and it can be removed by baking it on the fire.

It is precisely because it has such a miraculous effect that it will become a good thing in the hearts and minds of the Daliang cloth merchants, but after Song Che actually got it in his hands, he found that it was not the case;

Fire rag cloth is actually "asbestos cloth", asbestos can not be regarded as a simple fiber product, of course, not afraid of fire, and the asbestos cloth after the fire will leave a black mark, it is impossible to remove stains.

Asbestos is not a good thing, if the asbestos fibers are inhaled into the lungs, it is easy to cause diseases and even cancer;

The use of asbestos for waterproofing and fire materials is acceptable, and it is absolutely impossible to make clothes and wear them on the body.

"Then Mr. Song, we ...... Is there a chance to meet again? ”

Mandolin and Xilan sent each other at the gate of the city, and it cannot be said that they are reluctant, but they are somewhat regretful.

Song Che didn't answer directly, but asked rhetorically: "Her Majesty the Queen and General Xi, do you want to meet me again?" ”

Mandolin and Lan Lan glanced at each other and nodded.

"Then you can only be my brother-in-law's little wife, and you have to be behind me." Liu Xiang'er said coldly.

The atmosphere was a little awkward at one point.

"This girl is not blocked, not blocked, Your Majesty and the general must not mind." Song Che grinned twice, "Then, Song will say goodbye." ”

With a faint parting, he dragged Liu Xiang'er on a camel and continued the journey.

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This time, she acted as a tribute envoy to the country of Posa and served as a guide, and it was the female warrior who participated in the competition in the past, Beiya.

With Beya leading the way, it is easier to walk on the desert, where there is water and where there is quicksand, she will explain in detail.

Ten days later, on August 13, I finally walked out of the desert Gobi, stepped into the green grassland, and entered the territory of Wusu country.

The environment has become more comfortable, the population has gradually increased, and walking on the avenue, it is not uncommon to see business travelers passing by, and there are even Persian and white faces.

Wusu is located in the western part of the Western Regions, not far from Central Asia and Eastern Europe, and many foreign merchants come here to do business.

"Oh! Oh my God, may I ask ...... Are you a merchant in Dongtu Daliang? ”

"The goods you pulled turned out to be silk!"

"Sir, can you sell me this batch of silk? I'm willing to pay you a price of three gold coins each! ”

But any foreigner who saw Song Che's caravan would come forward to inquire about it. Especially from Rome, they can even pay for five gold coins each.

Five gold coins are equal to five taels of gold, equivalent to fifty taels of silver, and the cost price of the best silk cloth in Song Che's batch is only more than one tael, and the price has increased nearly fifty times!

In the past few years when the Silk Road has been closed, these foreigners have been suffocated, and it is no wonder that Tang Hulu has to come to the Western Regions to die or live, the profits are too high and too high.

It's a pity that Song Che's hundreds of silks are used for camouflage and tribute, otherwise he really wants to sell them to these merchants.

But looking at this scene, it also made him more sure of the importance of the Western Regions market, if his "neutral country" can be built, Jinshan Yinshan can only move home.

Although Song Che can't sell goods, whenever he encounters a businessman who inquires, he will publicize a sentence:

"On the shore of Lop Nur Lake in the northern part of the Western Regions, there is an emerging country called 'Beiliang', and in a year and a half at most, it will open a mutual market, and the goods of the Liang Dynasty and neighboring countries will be transferred and purchased there......

Foreign businessmen who are desperate for business opportunities will definitely rush to tell each other when they hear these propaganda, and even "advertising costs" can be saved.

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"Hey! Get it on! ”

"Didn't you eat! Pull it out! ”

"Smack!"

"Ahh Don't fight, don't fight......"

In the middle of the road not far away, a convoy of stones was transported, the wheels were stuck in the potholes, and there were seven or eight laborers pushing and pulling in front and behind, but the wheels seemed to be stuck very deeply, and a cart full of stones weighed one or two thousand catties, to say the least.

With such a heavy load, how can it be done by manpower?

There were also a few guards with knives and whips in the convoy, who treated the laborers as animals, mercilessly whipped and whipped, and many of them were covered with bloody scars, which was unbearable to see.

The most ironic thing is that in front of the convoy carrying the stones, there is a bald monk. This monk, who has always been 'compassionate', but looks indifferently at hard labor, will not be too unmeritorious?

"Brother-in-law, they are really cruel......" Liu Xiang'er covered her eyes and couldn't bear to look at them directly.

Wusun is a slave country, most of these hard laborers are slaves or criminals, although Song Che is a kind-hearted person, but he does not care about other people's affairs, only urges the caravan to pass quickly.

"Useless things, you will die after two strokes, it's really unlucky, take it away and throw it away!"

One of the laborers could not resist the beating, and one of them fell to the ground, and the guards kicked him a few times, and when he saw that there was no movement, he sent two laborers to throw the man to the side of the road and leave him to fend for himself.

Song Che is still a little unbearable, since he was bumped into, let's do a favor. He got off the camel, picked up a few stones on the side of the road, put a few in front of and behind the fallen wheels, and then beckoned Nangong Yue and them to take a hand and push the car out together.

"Thank you for this great good man......" The laborers thanked one after another, looking at their simple appearance, they did not look like criminals.

"Thank you, hurry up, if you delay the construction period of the national teacher, I will hang you all!" The guards didn't appreciate it very much, and continued to spur and urge the laborers forward.

Song Che grabbed a guard and couldn't help asking, "Hey, may I ask if these people have committed any major crimes?" Why do you call them like beasts? ”

The guard was a little impatient, "These are serfs who can't grow on the land, is there a difference between slaves and animals?" Go and go, hurry up if it's okay, don't delay us to get to work! ”

Song Che shook his head and didn't ask any more.

"Hmph, such a country is still known as a powerful country in the Western Regions, if it were placed in our Daliang, the peasants would have revolted and rebelled a long time ago!" Liu Xiang'er scoffed.

"Boss, come here, this person seems to have a breath."

Nangong Yue squatted beside the laborer who had been abandoned on the side of the road before, and probed his snort, he must still be a living person.