novelapdf Chapter 328
Chapter 328
Chapter 328
After leaving the Dajing Dynasty, the road became more and more desolate.
It was already seven days later when we encountered the village again.
This village looks the same as Jiajia Township, except that the accent is more sloppy.
The harsh living environment makes the villagers dark and sloppy, with no clothes covering their bodies, and it is impossible to tell whether they are Hu people or people from the Central Plains?
On a weathered stone hill outside the village, there are piles of rotting corpses.
Mo Chuan saw it with a complicated expression.
"Old Tang Book" has a saying: "...I will not hold back until death, but send the corpse to the suburbs to feed birds and beasts. There are thousands of hungry dogs eating dead human flesh."
What this statement is about is the Zoroastrian sky burial custom, also known as bird burial.
It turns out that Zoroastrianism believes that the body of the corpse is unclean, so after death, the flesh and blood should be separated as soon as possible.
Fumeng also carefully reminded Mo Chuan that blood marriages that cannot be tolerated in the Central Plains abound in the grasslands.
It is even more common for a son to marry a stepmother or widowed sister-in-law.
Therefore, Fu Meng hoped that Mo Chuan would respect the local customs and not want to kill.
Mo Chuan nodded and silently agreed.
The caravan continued to move forward, the Gobi gradually disappeared, the land became more fertile, and the villages became less and less common.
The blue-yellow earth is gradually covered with a layer of emerald green.
After the caravan crossed a gurgling stream, looking forward, the endless wilderness stretches to the end of the field of vision, just like the legendary sea.
The prairie has arrived.
The atmosphere of the caravan is obviously much happier.
Even the pack horses are refreshed, chewing fresh grass and drinking stream water, looking very happy.
The grassland is vast, and the caravans are more vigilant during the period.
Be wary of not only the wolves that come and go like the wind;
There are also herdsmen who mount their horses and become bandits, and dismount as people.
According to Fumeng, the Great Khan of the Grassland has been severely suppressing the horse bandits, and even strictly prohibited the major tribes from plundering caravans.
Although this move is quite effective, it still cannot absolutely prevent such things from happening.
It is true that the major tribes in the grassland are plundering each other. After some tribes collapsed, they could only do that plundering in order to survive.
Most importantly, the grassland is too big.
The benefits and risks are completely out of proportion.
If it weren't for the large and medium-sized tribes, it would be difficult to keep it secret, and I'm afraid they would also participate in the carnival of looting caravans.
As for the future?
In his mother's future, survival in the grassland is like a wolf traveling thousands of miles. A heavy snowfall or a drought may destroy everything at once.
So who cares about the future?
Can't take into account the future.
Closer to home.
I don't know if it's Mo Chuan's amazing luck, or the Fumeng Caravan's luck has always been very good.
Along the way, not to mention horse bandits, even lone wolves were never seen.
On the fifth day after setting foot on the grassland, Fumeng came on horseback, glanced subconsciously at Mo Chuan's dragon horse, and asked:
"Sir, where are you going?"
"Are we about to reach our destination?"
"That's right, if you walk a few more days, you will arrive at the Zuoshi Banner Market, where we usually sell our goods." Fu Meng said.
"Aren't you going to Kubin Kingdom?"
"No, the road is too far. If you are lucky, it will take a year. If you are not lucky, it will take two or three years. Why not just focus on grassland and middle-earth business? We plan to save money for a few more years, and then Go back to Kubin country."
"Pindao still wants to go to Kubin Kingdom? It seems that there is no chance."
"If the Immortal Elder can trust me, I can help the Immortal Elder find a caravan."
"Forget it, let's talk about fate!" Mo Chuan waved his hand.
Leaving Wanli Jinghuang this time seems to be very quiet and thoughtful, but in fact it is still looking for an opportunity to break through the millennium bottleneck.
Therefore, follow the fate, take one step at a time and see one step at a time.
Speaking of it, he also had to admit that it was better to travel thousands of miles than to read thousands of books. This journey had a great impact on his three psychological views.
This is an experience that no matter how many scriptures you have read.
"Hey, what is that?"
"When did a city pop up in the grassland?"
"Could it be a mirage?"
Suddenly, exclamations came from the caravan, and even martial artists climbed onto the roof of the car and stood on their feet to watch.
Following their eyes, they saw a huge city looming in the depths of the grassland. It looked like the scale of a state capital in the middle of the earth, with hundreds of thousands of houses.
Going further, you can even see soldiers moving and flags waving on the city wall.
"Isn't that the Zuoshi Banner market?" Mo Chuan looked at Fumeng with a strange expression.
"The Immortal Elder was joking. There are only thousands of tents in the market of Zuoshi Banner. How can we build a city wall?"
Fumeng looked shocked, and thought of something, he said in disbelief: "Could it be that the real Yuanwei persuaded the Great Khan?"
"Really Yuanwei?" Mo Chuan was surprised.
"The Immortal Elder doesn't know that this Daoist Yuanwei is an expert who came from the Middle Earth and has been worshiped under the tent of the Great Khan. It is said that he has made suggestions to build a city of ten thousand households, repair canals, and practice farming." Mondo.
Mo Chuan became more and more surprised. Could this be a spy sent by the Daolu Department?
"The Great Khan agreed?"
"I don't know, I just know that it's quite violent."
"Well, when was the last time you passed by here?"
"The climate in the grassland is changeable, and it is difficult to walk an inch in winter. The last time I passed by this place was last autumn."
"Half a year!"
Mo Chuan was thoughtful.
While the two were talking, the caravan gradually approached the city that towered over the grassland.
The closer you get, the clearer the city becomes.
The huge city was actually built with bricks and stones. I don't know where to get the mud and burn it into bricks?
At the gate of the city, the soldiers guarding the city were checking the herdsmen coming and going. Looking around, they could faintly see some herders coming with their cattle and sheep.
"Boss, shall we go in?" The driver of the team leader subconsciously asked.
"Stop first! Hegan, what are you going to see?" Fu Meng called to stop the caravan, and sent scouts to inquire about the news.
Not long after, the scouts went and came back, with a shocked face and said:
"Boss, this city is real. It is said that Yuanwei real person paper-cutting was blown out, and it has replaced the Zuoshi Banner market. Now all the nearby tribes, big and small, gather in the city to trade."
Fu Meng looked stunned.
However, after witnessing the miracle of Mo Chuan invoking the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, he was more accepting of the so-called paper-cut city.
"Boss, let's go in!"
The caravan martial artist yelled, his eyes lit up.
All the way to do business, after walking for more than a month, all of them were already in trouble, and now they are naturally very happy to see the city.
"Xianchang, what do you think?" Fu Meng looked at Mo Chuan.
"Since you are in the grassland, you should do as the Romans do." Mo Chuan said with a smile, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.
In his eyes, the lingering atmosphere of the city and the Yuan Qi are obviously related to supernatural powers.
I just don't know what supernatural power it is?To be able to transform such a huge city through paper-cutting is really amazing.
If there is a destiny, I will meet this Yuanwei real person.
"Since this city has replaced the Zuoshi Banner Bazaar, we can only enter the city." Fu Meng gritted his teeth.
The caravan set off again, and it didn't take long before they arrived at the city. Soldiers came to check and check the goods in a rude manner.
The slapping and slapping movement made Fu blindfolded jump, and hurriedly passed by, but secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
The soldiers guarding the city are so greedy, this city should be real.
[PS: In the portraits of the Mogao Grottoes, it is recorded that the Hu people encountered bandits and begged Guanyin, and the spread of Zoroastrianism along with the Hu people.This book is a second creation, and the details are ignored. 】
(End of this chapter)