Eight Thousand Iron Buddha at the Start, Please Make Concessions to the First Emperor!

"Bartering!"

Nowadays, as long as you walk on the streets of Loulan, you can almost hear the loud voices of Daqin merchants at any time, and Loulan people who know Daqin language are the first people to do business with Daqin.

Daqin merchants paid them money or goods, and they helped communicate with the Loulan people who came to barter.

Many things that are sparse and common to Loulan can almost be exchanged for money from Daqin merchants. This is an unprecedented good thing for Loulan people, and they can buy things they like from Daqin merchants after they exchange the money.

For a time, the impression of Daqin in Loulan City on Loulan began to change. The former Loulan people thought that Daqin was a powerful empire that liked to conquer, but they didn't know much about other aspects of Daqin.

Now, after seeing the prosperous economy of Daqin through businessmen, the people of Loulan gradually began to know the power of Daqin in other aspects.

Those silks as thin as cicada's wings, the fragrant sachets, the exquisite lacquerware, and the ceramics were all things that Loulan had rarely seen before.

Although silk is a bit expensive for most people, for the ancient nobles of Loulan, it is a treasure that is willing to exchange at a high price, and pottery completely makes the Loulan people get rid of the habit of using wood products and stone utensils.

In the desert ten miles away from Loulan City.

A tall camel carrying a lot of things was walking on the sand dunes by an old man in a black robe.

Sitting on the camel was a teenage boy wearing a headgear, and behind the camel was two women who were covered in cyan veils.

"Grandpa Yimo, how long until we get to Loulan?"

Hearing the words, the old man with the camel turned his head and saw that the young man was sweating profusely and his lips were dry.

"It's coming, it's coming soon."

The old man's hoarse voice sounded.

The young man was a little dissatisfied when he heard this. Grandpa Yimo had said this ten times, but Loulan still hadn't arrived.

However, seeing the old man's hunched back and dry and rough skin, the young man finally couldn't bear to reprimand him, so he could only take a sip of water from a woman's hand.

Every time the camel's broad feet land on the sand dune, it will step on a small pit, until the camel is far away, and the wind and sand will wipe everything out again.

Three days later, at the end of the day, the four finally arrived at Loulan City.

No one knows how long it has existed, nor how it was built. It used to belong to Loulan, but now it belongs to Daqin.

"who!?"

Sergeant Da Qin at the gate of Loulan City watched this strange combination vigilantly, one old, one young and two women. Anyone who saw this combination in the desert would be puzzled.

The old man looked at the Daqin soldiers he had seen before, and hurriedly stepped forward.

"This is our Ruoqiang prince. We are Ruoqiang people. According to General Zhang Han's instructions, we went to Xianyang via Loulan."

When the sergeant heard about Zhang Han, his face suddenly became solemn. After listening to the old man's words, the sergeant asked the group to wait, while he hurried to report it.

After a moment, the sergeant walked back.

"Our lords already know about this. You will stay in Loulan for a few days, and then go back to Xianyang with the Daqin caravan. You will be escorted by the Protector's Mansion on the way. After arriving in Xianyang, you will stay at the inn, and someone will arrange for you.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words. He was afraid that Daqin would let them rush to Xianyang by themselves. It is said that there are thousands of miles from the Western Regions to Xianyang. If four people go alone, they will not be able to reach Xianyang in the end. Probably an unknown.

"Thank you. 35

Then the four of them entered the city of Loulan under the escort of the Daqin sergeant. Ruoqiang is located in a remote area, and mainly focuses on farming and planting, and seldom communicates with the outside world. Exclaimed again and again.

When the sergeant who escorted the four saw this scene, he laughed, and one of them opened his mouth with a smile.

"If this is in Xianyang, you will not have to look at 973.

Daqin still treats protons very favorably, so the sergeant did not treat the four of them too harshly, but rather acted like an escort.

Half a month later, Daqin's caravan survived all difficulties and finally returned to Xianyang. Although they lost some people, they still brought back the goods.

The young man who came to Xianyang to act as a proton finally saw Xianyang. Looking at the width and the limit, the young man in the city with a height of several dozen feet felt unhappy in his heart, but when he opened his mouth, he could not find any words to express, and in the end he could only Turned into an excited growl.

At this moment, he has completely forgotten his identity as a proton, but regards this as a different kind of traveling the world.

In the Xianyang Palace, Zhao Tuo heard that Ruoqiang proton arrived in Xianyang, and gave an order casually.

"It's not necessary to be too restrictive, as long as they don't leave Xianyang.

"Yes!"

If Qiang voluntarily surrendered to Daqin, Daqin would naturally not imprison their protons, so they would just confine them to Xianyang at will.