Qin Gong

Chapter 723: The Wrong Figure

Chapter 723: The Wrong Figure

"You poor scholar, I don't know what you are thinking. You don't want to stay in the Central Plains, but insist on going to Yuezhi. Is it that the wine and meat in the Central Plains are not delicious, or the waists of the women in the restaurant are not flexible enough..."

A convoy of more than ten carriages, guarded by more than twenty people, was moving towards the north between the mounds.

The low earth slopes were all covered with green grass, and between the rare earth hills, shallow swamps came into view. Looking at the desolate scene around me and feeling the whistling wind, it would be easy to get lost if I walked alone without an acquaintance leading the way.

"Is the relative you went to seek refuge with really an aide to the King of Yuezhi?"

An old man in his fifties was driving a horse-drawn carriage and chattering incessantly. When he heard the young man on the wooden trailer mention that his relative was a retainer of the King of Yuezhi, there was a look of obvious disbelief on the old man's thin yellow face.

After all, after looking at the young man in cloth clothes and holding a sword from head to toe for several times, one could not tell that he was a smart man. Instead, his face looked a bit honest.

"Old man, our family has fallen into poverty in recent years. Otherwise, who would want to go to the Yue clan?"

Bai Yan sat on the wooden trailer, feeling the slight bumps of the carriage, and spoke softly.

Turning around and looking at the old man's expression of approval, Bai Yan couldn't help but laugh.

"Old man, if you have some free time, could you tell me about the situation in Yue Clan? I have never been there, so I don't know what the situation is like there."

Bai Yan asked.

Perhaps because he was bored along the way, the old man suddenly became alert when he heard Bai Yan's question. He couldn't help but reveal a hint of pride on his sallow and thin old face. Perhaps this was one of the few things that an elder could show off in front of a junior like Bai Yan.

"You don't know, the Yue clan, sizzle sizzle... If you go there, you will definitely regret it. I guess you will cry and make a fuss to go back to Shangjun before we even get back!"

The old man spoke in a mysterious tone at first, and as soon as he finished speaking, several big men on the side and the old men driving horses in front and behind could not help laughing, and some people even looked at Bai Yan with sympathy.

"Is it really that bad?"

Bai Yan was actually intrigued by this scene.

"Not bad? Let me tell you, kid. Although Shangjun is a border county and most people are poor, they still have wooden houses and porcelain bowls to eat. They are not exposed to the wind and rain. Even if they are poor, they still have cloth to wrap themselves in. In Yuezhi, except for some respected people, even the tribal leaders are like this. Most of the ordinary Yuezhi people have only small tents. Those who can live in caves are also well-known people..."

Bai Yan listened curiously to the old man's story, and then gradually got a general idea of ​​the Yuezhi.

Unlike the Xiongnu, the Yuezhi lived on the west. Although they were also a nomadic people, the Yuezhi were more defensive. Not only the Yuezhi king, but even other tribes would choose a towering independent hill in the nomadic area, dig a walkway from the cliff to the middle of the mountain, and then dig a hole from the middle of the mountain to the top of the mountain.

Around the top of the mountain are the tents of nomadic tribes. Only tribal men of noble status can live in the caves dug under the mountain and set up their residences in the caves.

"I'm telling you, kid. No matter where you go, even if you have relatives who are retainers, you will most likely only be able to live in a very small cave, a little taller than a person and a little bigger than a wooden trailer..."

As the old man spoke, he gestured to Bai Yan. The look he gave Bai Yan was full of teasing, as if he was already waiting for the scene in the future where Bai Yan couldn't stand it anymore and made a fuss about going back to Shangjun.

"You guys got so many good stuff. I'm afraid you'll make a lot of money when you go back..."

"That's right, those boxes of furs, you guys, don't swallow them all!"

"Haha! You should go faster! The Riyue Clan has a lot of good stuff these days, but we don't have enough money, otherwise we wouldn't have left any for you!"

Suddenly, a greeting voice came from the front. Bai Yan stood up and turned his head to look forward. Then he noticed that it was another caravan. Looking at the smiling faces of each person, it was obvious that the caravan returning from Yuezhi had returned with a full load.

Seeing this, Bai Yan didn't take it to heart. He continued to lie down comfortably, leaning against the cloth bag on the wooden trailer.

"Old man, do you know them? From the looks of it, you have a pretty good relationship with them!"

Bai Yan looked at the old man and asked, this old man is quite interesting, he says whatever is on his mind.

"We are all outsiders, so our relationships can't be that bad. If we don't support each other, share information, and help each other, we won't live long!"

The old man sighed and told Bai Yan that when he was young, he had experienced several robberies and lootings. Fortunately, he was rescued by other merchants. That’s why the old man is where he is today. Therefore, unlike in the Central Plains, merchants in the North will never stand by and watch people die. After all, you never know when you will be rescued by others.

As for relationships.

"Bah! Those Gaonu people, relying on their proximity to the Yuezhi, have snatched many good things. They are not shabby either. If they hadn't met the Great Liangzao of Qin, if the Great Liangzao hadn't dared to offend them, their entire family would have died at the hands of the Yuezhi people, and their wives and daughters would have been abducted and abused by the Yuezhi people. Now they are so diligent in running after the Yuezhi people, and it's not disgusting!"

After the old man finished talking about being rescued, he watched the caravan return to the city before he spat and complained unhappily.

The old man's words immediately brought laughter from the rest of the convoy.

"Old oily man, when you saw the people of Gaonu migrating to Yuzhong and were afraid that their business would be taken away, you cursed Daliangzao in secret!"

A man in his forties was walking in front, looking back and teasing the old man.

"That's because they didn't know that the Yuezhi would really move south and collude with the Xiongnu!"

The old man who was exposed was immediately embarrassed and scolded immediately. With that serious face, he looked at the person in front of him, as if he was being serious, but in fact he was reminding others.

If the news of scolding the Qin State's Great Liangzao gets out, at the very least, he will be reprimanded, at the worst, he will be punished. They all know the ins and outs of this, but there are outsiders here! They can't say everything!

"That's right. When I found out about it, I was so scared that my legs and feet went limp, and I was still mumbling, 'I'm dead, I'm dead!' Hahahaha!"

Having been together year after year, everyone understood what the old man meant. When they realized they had said something wrong, they immediately stopped talking and easily changed the subject.

In an instant, the laughter in front and behind the caravan became even louder!

"Don't gloat over other's misfortune, kid!"

The old man was both angry and anxious, and when he saw Bai Yan's smiling face, he became even more furious.

"If you were a little kid back then and experienced those things, you would probably be scared to death!"

The old man frowned and scolded Bai Yan.

Looking at Bai Yan who was trying hard to hold back his smile, the old man was helpless with this kid and could only sulk by himself, thinking about waiting until Yue Shi came, and then he would see how you cry, and you would have a lot to cry about...

"Hurry up, there's only one day left, hurry up!"

The caravan leader's voice came from the front. As everyone got colder, the old man looked forward and quickly responded.

And just a hundred steps behind the carriage.

"What's wrong? Are you possessed? Why do you keep stopping and starting?"

A middle-aged man walked up and patted a young man on the shoulder.

At this time, other men and old men beside the wooden trailers full of goods also stopped and looked back curiously.

"Father, I seemed to...see the general just now!"

The young man said to his father.

"General?"

The middle-aged man frowned, and the others couldn't help but become puzzled and asked the young man, "What general?"

"General..."

The middle-aged man looked at his eldest son, thinking that his eldest son was just a first-time businessman and had no chance to know a general. But at this moment, a figure suddenly emerged in the middle-aged man's mind.

It's not that he didn't know him. Back then in Gaonu City, his whole family had the honor of seeing him. The figure standing on the top of the city wall was also the benefactor of all the people in their Gaonu City.

"You mean the current great master?"

The middle-aged man frowned and asked, and when he saw his eldest son hesitate, he nodded.

"Daliangzao? The benefactor of our Gaonu people? Hahaha!"

"I'm afraid you've been sunburned and your eyesight is blurry after walking all the way. You should take a rest quickly!"

After hearing what the young man said, the other people who were originally worried couldn't help laughing and told the man to go to the carriage and rest for a while.

Daliangzao! Who among them didn't know who Daliangzao was? Who didn't want to see Daliangzao again? Thinking of his wife, children, old and young, all living carefree in Gaonu City, thinking of breathing air, walking on the road, and the money at home, who wouldn't want to kowtow to Daliangzao in person and let Daliangzao see how good Gaonu City is now.

But where can we find the great talent here...

"Go take a break!"

The middle-aged man patted his eldest son's shoulder gently and gave instructions.

The young man listened to his father's words, wanting to say something but stopping himself. However, he knew in his mind how ridiculous his words were. Gradually, the young man began to doubt whether he was really blinded.

Seeing that the carriage team in front also noticed this, the young man didn't want to delay everyone. Seeing his father frowned slightly, he could only look back and nodded.

Maybe... I really saw it wrong.

(End of this chapter)