Back Off, Let Me Come

Tata fungus tribe.

The layout and appearance of the Shiwu tribe are mostly the same.

The only difference is size and location.

The salt seller was still young when he first came to Shiwu as a merchant. He paid a lot of money to become a "master" and the first business he did was with the Tata fungus tribe. As a tribe adjacent to Yonggu Pass, Tatamu'er's size and strength are both above average.

Being close, the news is keen, and spring hunting is convenient.

You can often eat the first wave of "fat meat".

Caravans from Guanhai also like to come here.

Many young people from Shiwu who have no fixed assets will defect to the company based on these advantages. Over time, their strength will become stronger.

only--

After the battle at Yonggu Pass, life began to become difficult for Shiwu and the Tatamu'er tribe. Passing through Yonggu Pass is the most convenient and smooth trade route for smuggling, but now that Yonggu Pass is closed, 90% of the goods within the pass cannot come through.

The remaining 10%?

It was transported by smugglers using other remote and dangerous trade routes, bypassing Yonggu Pass. Wool comes from sheep, labor costs have skyrocketed, and commodity costs have risen accordingly. Even if a tribe of their size wanted to buy it, they couldn't rob those big tribes.

The tribal leader was very worried.

They even sent young men to look for unguarded city walls near the border to see if they could drill a hole and sneak across.

result--

Before he got close, he was discovered by the Yongguguan garrison.

He left behind the corpses of two unlucky ghosts and fled back in embarrassment.

On this day, I heard my boy shouting outside the tent.

"Daddy, daddy, the caravan is coming!"

The tribal leader immediately became energetic.

"What? Are you really here?"

When I got out of the tent, I saw that it was really a caravan.

The leader of the caravan is still a familiar fat man.

He instantly put on a smile: "Good brother!"

The salt seller also smiled flatteringly, stepped forward, opened his arms, and gave the bearded tribe leader a big bear hug.

The palm of his hand slapped his back, making a dull sound.

Tribal leader: "It's been a long time since I saw you here."

The salt seller said with a smile: "Of course it's because there is a happy event at home, and it takes a little effort to take care of the mother-in-law and the children. Recently, I also had good luck and got a batch of good goods. I don't care about my brother's previous kindness. I immediately Will it be delivered to you?"

The tribal leader is not stupid.

He held the salt seller's shoulders and whispered to the side.

"Didn't they all say that the man surnamed Shen had cut off your financial resources and would not allow you to do this business anymore? How did you get here?"

The salt seller also lowered his voice: "My son is promising and has found a job in a government office... It is good for him to take care of his biological father."

The tribal leader was shocked: "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

The salt seller had an expression that said, "You don't understand." He chuckled: "There is a saying in Guanzhong that 'money can make the world go round.' There are many things that are not allowed by the higher authorities. Who would use money to open up connections?" Are you so stupid that you report it to the police and cut off your own financial resources?"

The tribal leader was right when he thought about it.

Asked again what good stuff was available this time.

The salt seller showed him one of the cars.

Open it, and you will find regular pieces of salt wrapped in waxy oil paper and tied into a beautiful knot. The salt seller carefully took out a piece, opened it, twisted a handful and let the tribal leader taste it. The tribal leader had seen the good stuff and tasted it, and his eyes lit up even more.

He asked hurriedly: "How much will it cost?"

The salt seller stretched out a hand with his fingers spread wide.

The tribal leader hesitated: "It's a bit expensive..."

"These are all good things! Do you know that refined salt costs the same amount even if it is stored in the customs?" The salt seller counted the numbers with one hand and patiently persuaded him, "As you know, we can't get in now. I'm selling it. This number is already for my brother’s sake.”

Tribal leader: "Is there anything else?"

The salt seller said, "Yes, yes."

Although he is a salt seller, he does not only sell salt.

This time the volume of goods was too large, so he left most of it in a relatively safe place, while he brought some goods and manpower to the Tata Muru tribe for trading. I opened a few more boxes, which contained other daily necessities.

The tribal leader was moved, but he couldn't bear it.

The salt seller learns with emotion and moves with reason.

"Big Brother, after all, you are not the only tribe that needs this. Why don't you unite and eat this batch of goods together? You also know that the wind is too tight now, and that Lord Shen is a mean and violent person. If he is caught once, he will Haven't I been stripped of my human skin and lit up with sky lanterns? This trip is really not easy, even with my protection, I still have to feed those jackals in Yonggu Guan."

The tribal leader hesitated.

There is a shortage of things now.

Although the price offered by the salt seller was high, it was not too shady. Compared with the sky-high prices smuggled in from other trade routes, it was quite friendly.

If you miss this time, you don’t know when the next time will be, but the balance in your heart has already reached its conclusion.

"OK!"

He gritted his teeth and agreed.

I just looked at the salt seller with a bit of cruelty in his peripheral vision.

The salt seller looked shy and pretended he didn't see it.

If it were in the past, smugglers like them would not dare to speak loudly and follow the market conditions, otherwise it would easily lead to death and loss of both people and goods - Shi Wu does not talk about credibility in the business world, let alone the integrity of business. reason.

If you kill, just kill.

But now, the caravans can't get in.

These tribes, which cannot compete with the big tribes, still hope to get the goods themselves, and they will not kill them no matter how unhappy they feel.

Tribal leader: “But brother, it takes time to raise money.”

"It doesn't matter, I can wait."

The tribal leader asked people to collect the payment, and he returned to his previous cheerful and cheerful appearance. He also enthusiastically allowed the salt seller to look around.

In the distance, I passed a stable.

The salt seller saw a female horse-washing slave kneeling on the ground, her face covered with dirt showed a bit of peace and tranquility, and she was praying something with her eyes closed piously. The tribal leader followed his gaze and smiled wickedly: "Why, isn't this slave girl very pretty?"

Salt seller: "..."

Logo?

I can't say these two words without conscience.

The slave girl was unkempt, her face was brown, and she was almost unrecognizable. As an old Jianghu, he naturally knew some of Shiwu's customs and could tell the identity of the woman at a glance - because every tribe had more men than women, and women were extremely scarce. "Sharing wives" was prevalent in the middle and lower-sized tribes, and one woman was the most common. There are not enough women to serve father and son or several brothers, which makes the extra men a hidden danger. In order to appease these hidden dangers, the tribe would spend money to buy a few cheap female slaves.

This kind of female slave has a low status. She is either infertile, or is old, senile and senile... common to single men belonging to this tribe.

Their lifespans are short. From the moment they are bought into the tribe, some live for a year and a half, and some live for three to five years...

The horse-washing slave girl in front of me is obviously one of them.

The salt seller felt sympathy but could do nothing.

"I'm just curious about what she's doing..."

The tribal leader spat with an unhappy look on his face: "I don't know when it started, but these slaves began to talk about their ancestors at all times." Especially when a man comes to find this slave girl, the slave girl always scolds with a look of pain on her face.

For example, the ancestor saved the earth, was selfless, kind, fair and honest, and loved his people. He himself was a member of the Great Golden Crow and had a noble bloodline. To treat her like this was to take an evil path and betray the ancestors. These unscrupulous descendants will definitely be punished or something.

The tribal leader looked contemptuous: "Other slaves were also led astray by her, and they are no longer as active in their work as before."

Haha, if it weren't for the short supply of suitable ones, this horse-washing slave girl would have been beaten to death with a horse whip.

The salt seller was startled for a moment, then thought of something.

Unnaturally echoing two sentences.

"Bringing evil? Isn't that troublesome?"

Why do these slave girl's words sound familiar?

He remembered that these seemed to be the contents on the heavenly stone tablet in the Shiwu Refugee Valley? Out of curiosity, I memorized a few paragraphs. Unexpectedly, after the Shiwu ancestors appeared, the content of the inscription would reach such a distant Tatamu'er.

The tribal leader wrote lightly: "What's the trouble? Slaves are slaves. If they don't obey, just beat them to death."

The salt seller responded with a smile on his face, but trembled in his heart.

As soon as he got the payment and the inventory was correct, he left without stopping, fearing that he would be slapped by the tribal leader if he left late.

The tribe leader didn't know what he was thinking, but waved goodbye: "Good brother, if you have something good to do, please remember us."

The salt seller agreed happily.

"Easy to say, easy to say!"

Seeing his back that was on fire as he ran away in a panic, Yu Zi curled her lips and said, "You are a timid person, but the master you just arranged was very smooth and opened his mouth to come."

The salt seller wiped away his sweat with a guilty conscience.

He apologized and said with a smile: "The common people are just trying to deceive that person. They don't really slander Lord Shen. Even if they have the courage to do so, they would not dare to do so! Moreover, the Shiwu Foreign Race is the most capricious. If he regrets it midway...this, this common people Just this life, if you lose it, you can't get it back...You just saw the appearance of the slave girl, can the common people not panic?"

"snort!"

When talking about female slaves, Yu Zi felt a little depressed. She recalled the time when her mother-in-law was abducted and sold to the first family. Being a common wife to three fathers and brothers, being trampled and humiliated, unable to survive or die - how similar is it to that female slave?

Yu Zi took the salt seller to meet Lu Jue, who was guarding the goods. The latter was sitting in the truck with a military book rolled up in his left hand and reading it with gusto. He raised his head when he heard the noise and asked with a smile: "Why, Weiheng is not very interested, is it because the business failed?"

Yu Zi: "I got all the money."

"Why is that?"

Yu Zi talked about the horse-washing slave girl and wondered: "If there is such a shortage of women, why don't you treat them well?"

Lu Jue had been a slave himself and understood very well.

"Who told you that you will cherish whatever you lack? They don't lack women, they lack women who are young and can give birth to children. It's for the child born from that body, not just for a 'woman'. Moreover, no matter how well a woman lives, Well, if the child can be born, why bother to treat it well? Women who are old or unable to give birth are even more of a burden and waste food rations."

Yu Zi pursed her lips stubbornly.

Lu Jue murmured softly: "Men are actually the same."

Yu Zi looked at him.

Lu Jue took out an exquisite small drum with a gold handle from a pile of goods. The drum head was made of a special material.

"Weak people do not distinguish between men and women. As long as they are weak, they will be trampled on. Either they become a literal meal, or they are skinned and boned to make a human skin drum like the striker. It is considered a kindness of the master to die from labor. ." Lu Jue threw the human skin drum back, suddenly thought of a detail, and asked, "Did you just say that the slave girl 'led' many slaves?"

Yu Zi nodded: "Yes."

Lu Jue thought for a while with a calm expression.

"Let's go to the next place. Pay attention to the slaves of that tribe and see if they are like this..."

"Um?"

"I'm afraid things are going to change in Shiwu."

(ノへ￣、)

The community was sealed. It was said that a big brother who had returned from overseas went out to Dabaojian Foot Washing City during the home quarantine. He was a sheep. The grandmother next door also followed him. The school also found out that several students were sheep.

_(:з　∠)_

I am also a Buddha. I originally planned to go to the local hospital tomorrow for a B-ultrasound to check the amniotic fluid, umbilical cord, etc., and the heparin sodium injection has not yet been completed. I know how to fight myself, but I can't bring myself to do it.

I originally wanted to do two updates in one, but I didn’t have much energy, so that’s it?