Chapter 576 576: The torn apart Shiwu (Part 1) [Please vote for me]
Tata Muer Tribe.
The structures of the Shiwu tribes are mostly the same.
The difference is only in 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 the customs 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, they will become stronger.
Just——
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.
10% left?
It was brought 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 is extremely worried.
Qing Zhuang was even sent to look for unguarded city walls near the border to see if he could drill a hole and sneak across.
Result——
He was discovered by the Yongguguan garrison before he even got close.
Leaving the corpses of two unlucky ghosts behind, he 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 account, 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.
His palm slapped his back, making a dull sound.
Tribal leader: "I haven't seen you here for a long time."
The salt seller said with a smile: "Of course it's because there is a happy event at home, and it took a while to take care of the mother-in-law and the children. She also left recently. Good luck, I got a batch of good goods. Don’t you remember my brother’s kindness in the past and send it to you as soon as possible?”
The tribe leader is not stupid.
He held the salt seller's shoulders and whispered to the side.
"Didn't they say that the man surnamed Shen has cut off your financial resources and will 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 position in a government agency... It is a good thing that he has to take care of his biological father."
Head of the Tribe The leader was shocked: "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"
The salt seller looked like "you don't understand" and laughed: "There is a saying in Guanzhong that 'money can make the devil grind'." There are so many things that are not allowed. Who would be stupid enough to report it and cut off their own financial resources by using money to connect people?”
The tribal leader was right when he thought about it.
Ask again what good stuff we have 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 said 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 this much even if it is stored in the pass!" The salt dealer compared it with one hand. A big number, patiently persuade him, " You also know that the goods can’t be brought in now. I’m selling this amount just to save my brother’s face.”
The tribe leader: “Is there anything else?”
The salt seller. Said: "Yes, there is."
Although he is a salt seller, he does not only sell salt.
This time the volume of trading 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.
Salt sellers learn with emotion and move with reason.
"Big brother, after all, you are not the only tribe who 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 After being caught, why didn't I have my human skin skinned and light a sky lantern? This trip is really not easy, even with my protection, I still have to feed the wolves in Yonggu Pass."
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The tribal leader hesitated.
The shortage of things is too tight now.
Although the price offered by the salt seller is high, it is not too shady. Compared with the sky-high prices smuggled in from other trade routes, it is quite friendly.
If you miss this time, I don’t know when it will be next time, but the balance in my heart has already reached its conclusion.
“Okay!”
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.
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 - Shiwu does not talk about business reputation, let alone I don’t know the truth behind business and righteousness. 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 collect the money."
"It doesn't matter, I can wait."
The tribal leader asked someone to collect the payment, and then recovered Previously, he was joking and cheerful, and even enthusiastically let the salt seller go 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 with her eyes closed piously. The tribal leader followed his gaze and smiled evilly: "Why, isn't this slave girl very beautiful?"
Salt dealer: "..."
Mark?
There is no way to 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 has more men than women, and women are extremely scarce. "Sharing wives" is prevalent in middle and lower-sized tribes, and one woman is 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 she is old and has lost her lust... common to single men belonging to this tribe.
Their lifespan is short. From the time they were bought into the tribe, some live for a year and a half, while the long 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 a gloomy look on his face: "I don't know when it started, but these slaves started talking about their ancestors." Especially when there are When a man comes to find this slave girl, the slave girl always has a look of pain on her face and scolds.
For example, our ancestor, Ze Bei Da Di, is selfless, kind, fair and honest, and loves her people. She is a member of the Golden Crow family and has noble blood. To treat her like this is to take an evil path and betray our ancestors. These unscrupulous descendants will definitely Retribution or something.
The tribal leader looked disdainful: "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 fact that I couldn't buy the right one for a while. , this horse-washing slave girl had long been beaten to death with a horse whip.
The salt seller was startled for a moment, then remembered something.
An unnatural echo of 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 of the stone tablet that fell from the sky 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 tribal leader did not know what he was thinking, but waved goodbye: "Good brother, if you have something good, please remember us."
The salt seller agreed readily.
"Easy to say, easy to say!"
Looking at his back that was on fire as he ran away in a panic, Yu Zi curled his lips and said, "You are a timid person, but the master who just arranged it was very smooth, and he opened his mouth to come."
The salt seller wiped away his sweat with a guilty conscience.
Said with a smile: "The common people are just trying to deceive that person, not sincerely slandering Lord Shen. Even if they have the courage to give 10,000 people, they would not dare! Moreover, the Shiwu Foreign Race is the most capricious. If he regrets midway, It's... This, this poor man only has this life. If he loses it, he can't get it back... You just saw the appearance of the slave girl. Can the poor man not panic? "
"Hmph! "
When talking about female slaves, Yu Zi's mood darkened. 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, reading a book of war with gusto in his left hand. He raised his head when he heard the noise and asked with a smile: "Why, Weiheng is not in high spirits, 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: “Why are we so short of women?”
Lu Jue had been a slave himself and understood very well.
"Who told you that you will cherish whatever you lack? They are not in need of women, they are in need of young and fertile women. The child born for that body is not just a 'woman'. Moreover, no matter whether a woman is doing well or not, she can give birth to a child, so why should she bother to treat her well? Old or infertile women are a waste of food."
Yu Zi pursed her face stubbornly. Lips.
Lu Jue murmured softly: "Men are actually the same."
Yu Zi looked at him.
Lu Jue took out an exquisite small drum with a golden handle from a pile of goods. The drum head was made of a special material.
"Weak people are regardless of gender. 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, and they can die from hard work. This is considered a kindness from the master." Lu Jue. Throwing the human skin drum back, he suddenly thought of a detail and asked, "You just said that the slave girl 'led' many slaves?"
Yu Zi nodded: "Yes."
< br>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..."
"Huh?"
"I'm afraid things are going to change in Shiwu."
(ノへ￣、)
During the period of home quarantine, Big Brother went out to Dabaojian Foot Washing City, and he became a sheep. The old lady next door also followed him, and the school also found out that several students were sheep.
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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 been finished yet. I know how to fight myself, but I can't bring myself to do it.
Originally I wanted to have two updates in one, but I didn’t have much energy, so that’s it?
(End of this chapter)