Mirror of the Sky

The bullock cart was walking alone on the vast wilderness. When it was noon, a strong wind blew past, blowing the four or five feet high on the grass in the distance. , a flock of sheep, and a slender totem pole.

Zhang Huansheng was shocked when he saw it, and said with his finger in front of him, "That's the tribe of Hakata Qingji, right?"

"Yes, yes, there is Hakata Qingji Dataiji's tent," Sang Maoshuang replied with a smile: "From that totem pole, within a hundred miles, it is his territory."

"With a radius of 100 miles, it has already penetrated into the realm of the state of power." Zhang Huansheng said with a frown upon hearing this.

"What do those barbarians know? The borders and frontiers, if they can't beat him, they belong to him," Sang Maoshuang said with a wry smile: "Besides, this Boduo Qingji Dataijicai has only been newly sealed for 30 years, and the surrounding power countries The borderlands have long been subdued by the people in the woods, who would care about this."

While the two were talking, a caravan made up of hundreds of horse-drawn wagons, and the one who came later passed noisily. Although the guards with knives and swords did not rashly question Zhang Huansheng and Sang Maoshuang, they did. All with cold faces, cast scrutiny eyes.

Zhang Xuansheng looked back at them from a distance, and asked casually, "Mr. Sang, what kind of goods do the caravan pull?"

"Judging from the severity of the rut marks, it must be food." Sang Mao replied confidently.

Zhang Huansheng has known for a long time now that those treasures that contain Xumi's magical powers hidden in mesons, unless they are extremely rare, are not only limited by size, but also limited by weight.

That is to say, a storage bag that is worth hundreds of gold and has an inner space that is half the size of a tile can be filled with lint, but it cannot be filled with heavy iron and stone, plus general storage. After a maximum of three to fifty years of use, the magical powers will be self-dissipated and turned into ordinary objects, so unless they are transporting gold and silver treasures, no matter how powerful the merchants are, the freight is still mainly by cars and boats.

If these 100 carriages were loaded with food, it would be hundreds of thousands of catties. It sounds like a considerable amount, but if you think about it carefully, if you eat it with beef and mutton, it will only be enough for 10,000 strong men to eat. Only twenty days.

Zhang Huansheng looked at the caravan that was speeding up its pace and speeding, he pondered for a while, and then asked thoughtfully, "Old Master Sang, do you think that these grains are worth selling to Boduo Qingji? How many gold beads?"

"The price of the grain harvested by the people in the forest is open. It is about three silver beads per hundred catties. The caravan is pulling more than 600,000 catties of grain, which is probably worth two hundred gold beads." Sang Maoshuang calculated. said.

"This price is already dozens of times higher than in the mainland of Great Chu," Zhang Xuansheng secretly reflected on the price of Nanyang City's food, and said in surprise, "No wonder it attracts so many traders who are willing to risk it. At the risk of ruin, come to fund the enemy."

When Sang Maoshuang heard the words, he secretly slandered in his heart: "You came to the tribe of Linjianren with real money to buy and sell the miserable and captured Chu people, and sell them to other continents for profit. Isn't that a capitalist for the enemy?

Everyone only laughed at a hundred paces, so why are you so surprised? "On the surface, he said with a smile: "In fact, apart from the thousands of miles of operation, the cost of hiring manpower, and opening up all kinds of human relationships, there is no big benefit. "

Although the ox cart is slow, the future is always at an end, and the two of them have come to the side of the herd while they are talking.

Immediately, I saw a dozen horses riding naked backs, wearing dirty leather robes, shaved bald on all sides of their heads, only with a braid in the middle tied to the wolf's tail, holding long leather in their hands. The whip, with a 'pop' in the air from time to time, threw out a shepherd with a loud whip, "Ow..." shouting and surrounding him.

"We are guests of Hakata Qingji Dataiji, who came to the tribe to trade, friends, friends." Seeing this scene, Sang Maoshuang hurriedly leaned over and took out a three-foot-high wool flag from the carriage of the ox cart. Waving back and forth in his hand, he spoke in the forest dialect.

When the shepherds saw it, they immediately dispersed, and when the ox cart moved forward, no one continued to pay attention.

Passing through the herds, it is a gentle **** extending down for dozens of miles.

Countless felt tents at the bottom of the **** seemed to suddenly emerge from the ground, breaking into Zhang Huansheng's eyes.

Around the tent area, at a glance, there were innumerable ragged, unkempt, sturdy, women and children who were tied with one hand, tied to a long string of staggeringly harvesting pasture, looking as thin as a hungry man.

Condescending, his horizons suddenly widened a lot.

Zhang Huansheng looked around, stood up on the seat of the imperial guards unconsciously, and said with a smile: "I didn't feel right at first, I thought that the Boduo Qingji tribe couldn't live in the sky, but it turned out to be the whole tribe. They are all built in low depressions, and only the totem poles are exposed."

As he spoke, he took a closer look at the totem pole, which was a symbol of the forest people and tribe~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and found that the pillar was as thick as ten people surrounded it. , killing war scenes and worshipping, worshipping the gods.

In addition, there are more than a dozen branches protruding from the connection of each section of the column, and the heads of various beasts, monsters and humans are hung on the branches. Many of them are only skeletons, but some are still attached. The rotting flesh, from time to time, groups of black crows 'quack quack...' howling down from the air, pecking at the rotten flesh.

The scene in front of him was really uncomfortable, the smile on Zhang Huansheng's face quickly faded away, and he thought gloomily: "This forest man really deserves to be called a barbarian, and using this monster as a symbol, he really leads beasts to eat people. elders too."

Seeing the change in Zhang Huansheng's expression, Sang Maoshuang said in a low voice, "Sir, it is the custom of the Gega Gayin people who are known as the 'son of the blue wolf' to erect pillars carved with patterns of conquest and sacrifice.

And it is the habit of the "people in the forest" Lu moxibustion to call Tu people.

Although the Linjian Kingdom is now based on the fact that the people in the forest are the main people, and the son of the blue wolf is the minister, in fact, the two clans have gradually merged, so this terrifying totem appeared.

Fortunately, although these barbarians are ferocious, their characters are quite simple and stubborn. They are cruel to their enemies, but they are very generous to their friends. They even serve as wives and daughters to VIPs.

We are guests from afar, so we are not afraid of anything. "

When he was whispering, the ox cart had come to the totem pole slowly, and was stopped by a team of armored warriors from Hakata Kei's spines.

"Guests can go to the big tent to see Da Taiji, the car has its own servants to take care of it, please get off." The tall and strong young man with a square face and bright eyes led by the soldiers did not even look at Zhang Huansheng and Sang Mao. The two of them spoke in blunt Yanhuang language.