"You've been spoiled by your parents to the point where you can't tell what's going on? I'll tell you to learn from your mistakes today!" Liu Sanhu activity wrist chase up, but was the leader of the stern voice to stop.
"Brother Zhao!" Liu Sanhu said anxiously, "We saved his life, but he doesn't take us seriously and wants to deny the contract, so are we going to let him make things difficult for us?"
The leader's eyes turned cold, and he replied, "When did we save his life? He bought the food and water from us with real money, it's not like you gave it to him for free, and you're saying you're up in the air?"
Liu Sanhu immediately held his red face, not expecting his big brother's elbow to turn outward.
When the leader saw his expression of indignation, he pulled him aside and persuaded him in a low voice: "We can earn 2,500 taels of silver on this trip, which is enough for us to do some trading, and we can live a life without worrying about food and clothing, and we won't have to come to the desert to suffer any more in the future. This kid is our living God of Wealth, can not offend as much as possible not to offend, his family must have the power of money, to leave a hand of favor, in the future, we brothers encounter difficulties, but also door to door to talk about friendship, why are you so calm?"
A few men on the side of the word are back to taste, heart admired the leader of the thoughtful, also went forward to persuade Liu Sanhu to tolerate some.
Although Liu Sanhu did not want to let go of that unseemly rich young master, but in the end it is inconvenient to disobey the leader's request, only to suppress the fire, stifled silence together with the young master to follow.
After the leader's instruction, the other men began to subconsciously ingratiate themselves with Lu Qian, expecting to be able to get close to the rich merchant family when they went to the capital.
The goatee was especially flattering, letting Lu Qian rest meat and water on his wagon, and later giving out some of his own dry food out of his own pocket, forfeiting a penny.
Lu Qian was not indifferent, and on the way he got closer to Goatee.
It wasn't because of being sensitized by the goatee, but from the conversations he heard last night, Lu Qian judged that the group of merchants were aiming for silver.
Goatee's currying favor must have been for silver as well.
Then, by responding to Goatee's currying favor, he would make Goatee think that his gesture of goodwill could be exchanged for silver, and would make other people who wanted silver follow Goatee's example and create a better life for Lu Qian on his journey.
But Lu Qian didn't intend to give them any rewards, he didn't like this group of merchants.
The other merchants did not hesitate to jump into Lu Qian's trap, scrambling to privately stuff the boy with food and drink.
No one thought that this silly-looking young master had the sense to get close to different people every day, successfully provoking internal competition among a group of shrewd businessmen to maximize his own interests.
About to walk out of the desert, the chief asked Goatee to convey a request to Lu Qian--
They wanted Lu Qian to follow them on a short detour to the White Row Mountains to trade with the local outsiders and buy all the dry food and daily necessities needed to go to the capital.
In addition to replenishing their dry rations, they needed to sell off all the goods they had brought to the frontier at a low price.
The White Walking Mountains are south of the desert, and transportation is much more convenient than the tribes outside the border, so goods naturally don't sell at high prices.
The further south you go, the less you can sell your goods for.
They came from the frontiers to make a trip to the frontier, and with a little luck they could earn hundreds of taels of silver, and could exchange some more skins to sell back home.
This time ran into a small fortune, the capital has a large amount of money waiting for them to go get, their own business earn a little less will admit, but never pull the goods back as is.
Originally worried that this little god of wealth wouldn't take a detour, but I didn't expect him to agree at the drop of a hat, so everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Qian wasn't sure where he could find the bazaar nearby, and these merchants took the initiative to point out the way, so of course he wouldn't refuse.
With the bazaar, the silver that Mother Consort had given him would be enough to buy several carts of dry food and water, not to mention milk and honey.
His Highness needs milk and honey. His Highness looks forward to it.
There was another reason - the name White Row Mountain, which the young companion had told His Highness about.
It is said that there is some martial arts master living up there, and the young companion wants His Highness to worship him.
Your Highness is not available to worship for the moment, but you can go ahead and step on it.
The group arrived at the tribal village at the bottom of the mountain and visited a few tribal elders first.
Most of the clansmen in this area are straightforward in nature, and as long as they are courteous, these people are easy to fool with their money.
Intending to buy some dry food at a low price, Lu Qian encountered a problem on his first day here - the people here did not speak Chinese, and there was no way to communicate, and he had to rely on the merchants to relay the goods he wanted to buy.
The merchants naturally wouldn't honestly give a real offer for the goods, intending to trade for Lu Qian and earn a large difference in price.
The goatee said that a catty of cured meat here cost five taels of silver, Lu Qian didn't say anything and didn't ask them to help with the trade again.
Several merchants thought that this young master was unfamiliar with the area and didn't understand the local language, so even if he thought it was too expensive, sooner or later he would ask for their help to buy less dry food.
All morning, Lu Qian followed the five merchants in silence, walking through the tribe's tiny bazaar.
In the middle of the afternoon, Liu Sanhu was haggling in front of the cured meat stall when he suddenly heard a familiar teenage voice beside him, fluent in the local language, buying thirty pounds of cured meat from the stall owner.
When Liu Sanhu turned his head, what he saw was Lu Qian's calm as usual side face - the sunlight shone obliquely on the teenager's long eyelashes, casting deep, bottomless shadows in the teal pupils of his eyes.
"You kid can speak Baiyi!" Liu Sanhu was so surprised that his eyes glazed over, not realizing that this kid actually spoke the local language on his own.
Lu Qian ignored him and actually reminded the stall owner in fluent local language - all of it should be lean meat.
The five traders were incredulous; if the boy spoke the local language, why had he asked for their help in trading when he first arrived?
What about monkeying around?
During the meal, the chief spoke to Lu Qian in Baiyi in order to test the waters.
Lu Qian didn't answer and ate the mutton seriously in silence.
The leader felt more and more that the boy was of suspicious origin, so he kept conversing with him in the local language, wondering if the boy was playing dumb with them again.
Never getting a response, the leader's tone became ferocious and asked Lu Qian in Baiyi what exactly he was from.
Finishing a plate of mutton, Lu Qian calmly wiped his mouth, looked up, and ordered the leader, "Speak Han."
"You don't understand?" The chief tried to see the break in the lie on the boy's face.
However, the boy always maintained the same kind of indifferent detachment that he had felt when they first met, with no visible emotion whatsoever.
When they first met, the chief felt that this child was like a blank sheet of paper, and at this moment, he felt that he, who had read a lot of people, could not see through this child's mind at all, or even his emotions.
I don't know if the boy trusts them or hates them so much that he doesn't dare to play tricks in front of the boy.
"Can't understand." His Highness, the fat man, does not speak in secret.
"Then why were you able to talk to the vendor just now?" The chief didn't believe him.
Lu Qian slanted him a glance with a look of an idiot, as if accusing him of asking a nonsense question, so His Highness didn't bother to answer and lowered his head to start eating the local specialty, goat's milk buns.
He was born to be unforgettable and memorable, and after following the traders around the bazaar for the whole morning, with his eyes looking at the goods they traded and his ears listening to their conversations, he had long since familiarized himself with the commonly used trading phrases.
The chief was simply puzzled.
What's wrong with this kid? Did he spend 50 taels on the fish in the first place and play dumb on purpose?
But what does he figure?
It's so weird.
And ......
Why does this kid eat so much?
I've just eaten a roasted leg of lamb, and now I'm actually finishing off half of a bowl of goat's milk buns!
The food is very good, noble gentleman faction, just this appetite is too big.
The chief really couldn't detect the truth, so he could only observe Lu Qian silently for the next two days.
The next day the merchants talked business with the elders of the local people, and after about three little moments of conversation, the elder followed his men out to see to the goods.
The chief did not move and sat down at the coffee table to use the tea, his afterglow kept staring at Lu Qian, but he actually realized that the kid was staring at the floor with his eyes downcast, his thin lips kept opening and closing slightly, as if he was whispering something.
The leader pricked up his ears and listened carefully, finally sporadically hearing a few words.
Connecting the dots, the chief's eyes instantly widened.
This kid ...... is actually repeating the conversation he just had with the elders!
Repeated word for word, all in authentic Whitey language.
The leader surveyed Lu Qian with astonishment, noticing that not only was the kid's mouth moving, but his left hand would also turn over and hold up from time to time, mimicking the movements of the Elder and him just now, as if he was speculating on the content of their conversations based on the images he had just seen, correlating them with the vocabulary of the utterances.
The boy actually learned the alien language on the spot now that it had taken him years to learn!
It left him with an indescribable feeling in his heart, perhaps shock.
In the morning of this day, listening to the elders said, there is a local rich family, love to collect the Han Chinese ink painting, Liu Sanhu and others will immediately bring their own collection of paintings to find the door, pretending to meet the know-how of the confidant, to "half-sale, half-gift", a pair of Yan Zhaocheng's authentic paintings to sell with the other side of the thirty taels of silver.
This Baiyi man carefully tasted the scroll and looked up to ask Liu Sanhu: "Is this Peony an authentic painting by Mr. Yan?"
"Fake." His Highness, the fat man, did not speak in the dark, and directly demolished Liu Sanhu's stage.
This foreigner, who understood simple Chinese because he revered Han Chinese culture, looked at Liu Sanhu in astonishment at his words.
Liu Sanhu was furious at once, but not good to face attack, suppressed the fire grimly threatened Lu Qian: "Who are you to say that this is false? Which part of this pen and ink is false? You say! If you can't say it, I will definitely make you look good today!"
Lu Qian tapped his fingertips on the drawing paper on the table and said expressionlessly, "Peony is a painting on silk, if you want to imitate it, you have to at least draw it on cloth, not on paper."
Liu Sanhu: "......"
Good in this foreigners do not understand too complex Chinese, Liu Sanhu let a few brothers to pull the damn kid out, waste a lot of words to coax the foreigners wrongdoers, and ultimately to 20 taels of silver "cheap", sold their own fake paintings.
After two days had passed, a few people had basically cleared out their goods and bought their supplies, so they were ready to move in the afternoon.
At noon, I was having lunch at a restaurant at the foot of Baixing Mountain when I suddenly heard someone outside the door yelling "Traitor" in Chinese.
Several merchants were startled, and turning their heads, they saw the ingrate who had bought the painting yesterday, rushing through the door in a rage, holding up the scroll, saying that he had gone to a Han store to have it framed, and had been told that it was an inferior imitation, and not worth a penny!
In fact, this painting is still worth a few pennies, Liu Sanhu know that foreigners like to hang Han's paintings to decorate the interior, so bring a stack of fake paintings.
Originally prepared to sell one or two silver a piece, I did not expect to run into such a wrongdoer, so I ruthlessly slaughtered a sum of money.
Now they have sold out the goods, are preparing to go to the capital to get a huge ransom, back home to do business, no longer need to come back to do business with this group of barbarians, at this moment naturally impossible to eat into the stomach of the silver and then spit out.
Liu Sanhu crossed one leg on the bench, picking his teeth with a bamboo skewer, looking at the wrongdoer without a glance, impatiently said, "On what basis do you say that this painting is a fake?"
The ingrate spread the painting out and rattled off a bunch of suspicions in the local language that someone else had told him about.
After hearing this, Liu Sanhu stood up, pushed the wrongdoer to the ground, and rebuked fiercely, "Don't bother with me! I sold you a real painting yesterday, who knows where you found a fake painting to blackmail me?"
That unjust man was pushed to the ground, immediately jumped up in anger, raised his hand to move his fist with Liu Sanhu, but was bent by Liu Sanhu's knee.
A few businessmen were worried that Liu Sanhu would hit someone and cause trouble, so they immediately went forward to pull that ingrate and advised him to stop nagging.
I didn't expect that the wrongdoer was so stubborn that he actually beat up the surrounding adulterers together.
The group was instantly annoyed.
At this time Lu Qian has finished eating, do not want to waste the rush time, so he got up and wanted to pull away from the wrongdoer, give him some silver, send him away.
However, Liu Sanhu was fighting in the heat of the moment, grabbing the wrongdoer and not letting go.
The traitors pulled into a tizzy.
The liquor store ran out of customers, and suddenly I heard a strange man's voice, drilling into the crowd-
"Make way, make way ugh-" was spoken in Chinese.
Several merchants are twisted into a ball did not pay attention to this person, but unexpectedly, a walking stick swimming snake general inserted into the gap between the crowd, successively goat beard and other people to the sides to push away, three people were pushed by this walking stick even back a few steps, only to stand steady feet.
Liu Sanhu was swinging his fists to violently beat up Injustice, when he suddenly saw a walking stick straddling between himself and Injustice.
With a violent shake like a cane, the cane shook Liu Sanhu out and fell to the ground.
He looked up angrily - with his cane in hand, it was an old man with gray hair.
The old man, holding a crutch in one hand and a wine gourd in the other, staggered and pounced on the wrongdoer, and spoke in a drunken manner, "Another ...... another jug!"
"Looking for death! Old drunkard!" Liu Sanhu jumped up with a jerk and raised his hand to grab the white-haired old man.
I did not expect to just approach two steps, the old man was unsteady as if two steps back, head did not return, lifting the crutch to the back of a pounding, just on top of the soft ribs of Liu Sanhu, the pain he fell to his knees.
The old man turned his head with a drunken turn and grinned drunkenly at Liu Sanhu.
Goatee and the others froze.
Unexpectedly, this white-haired old man actually had the face of a young and strong man, without a single wrinkle, and his cheeks were reddened by alcohol, but he could tell that he was a man of good looks.
"My apologies, lords." The old man gave a drunken greeting, turned around, put his arm around the wrongdoer, and wandered out the door.
Injustice didn't recognize the drunkard who was straddling him, and was wondering in his heart, but he couldn't really take the beating, so he didn't break away, intending to follow the drunkard out the door, and find the clan to come along and argue about it.
When they turned around, however, the little boy from the caravan was still standing in front of them.
Lu Qian had the broken silver ready in his hand and stood there silently, waiting for the wrongdoer to ask for it.
Knowing that the boy was in league with the adulterer, Injustice spat in anger and scolded him in Chinese, "Little adulterer!"
His Highness, who was grasping the broken silver, got angry and took a step closer with his legs.
The old drunkard with the wrongdoer in his arms immediately "lost his footing" and raised his cane to poke at the "little crook"--
A gust of airflow surged over, Lu Qian sidestepped, avoiding the walking stick, and raised his hand with a palm, dissolving the strength of the walking stick's horizontal slash.
The drunken old man's misty eyes steeped and swept the boy's face like lightning.
Is it a coincidence?
How could a child of this age guess his stance change in advance and dodge it with ease?
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