Chapter 441 Encounter on the Road

   Wen Youshan's saliva was almost drooling, and he directly asked for a roast lamb and something similar to a flatbread. From Anwei's mouth, he knew that this thing was called naan, and it was made of white and black noodles.

He knew about    white noodles, even wheat, and Daqi also had them, but it was too expensive to make white noodles, and people couldn’t afford them. Most people still grew corn, so he didn’t understand what black noodles were.

With Xiao Er's enthusiastic explanation, Wen Youshan knew that this black noodle was made from a grain called wumai, and what it looked like. According to the direction of Xiao Er's finger, the group set off in that direction after eating a lot. .

   It was the farming season, and their goal was the countryside. After only one day of walking, they encountered farmland that could not be seen at a glance, and Wen Youshan was stunned.

   Stepping on the sandy soil for a while, looking at Yuanyuan for a while, and murmured, "This is Umai?"

  The dark guard was obviously a little excited, and urged: "Master, should we ask someone to ask?"

  Wen Youshan had this in mind, thinking about finding that fellow, when they met an old farmer sitting on the ridge wiping tears.

  The Tubo people were originally dark. The peasants faced the loess and turned their backs to the sky. They were sunburned like African chiefs. In their early thirties, they looked like fifty or sixty, and those in their fifties and sixties looked almost as if they were buried in the soil.

   The man in front of him was dressed in rags, and cried with despair. For a while, Wen Youshan didn't know what to call him. He stepped forward and asked, "Old man, what's the matter?"

   The man raised his head, his eyes were extremely bright against the dark skin, and he said in Tubo: "Aren't you locals?"

  The dark guard was depressed, and went forward to negotiate: "Master, we are from Daqi. We passed by here and saw that you were crying sadly, but you are in trouble?"

Mentioning this, the man continued to wipe his tears and sighed: "My family's land was taken back by Mr. Kurban. Without the land, we can't grow food, and we won't be able to pay taxes this year, and our family will become slaves. , woo woo woo."

   Wen Youshan couldn't help widening his eyes after hearing this, "Why is this?"

Under the translation of the dark guard, the man said sadly: "Last year, Mr. Kurban took a fancy to my daughter and wanted to marry her back to be the concubine of the sixteenth room. My daughter did not agree, and Mr. Kurban's eldest wife did not agree, so he just Coaxing my daughter to run away with someone, I lost my daughter, and Mr. Kurban is not happy, so he will take away my land."

  Wen Youshan was even more puzzled, "You can plant another family's land without planting his land, and you won't become a slave no matter what."

The man shook his head, tears bursting out, "It's useless, there is only one manor owner in the entire county, Mr. Kurban, and the nearest manor owner takes three days and three nights in an ox cart. If you walk, it won't take ten and a half days. The moon can’t come, and the spring ploughing is over there, why would anyone want us!”

  Wen Youshan was stunned. He really didn't think of this question. When he came back to his senses, he looked serious and asked, "How is Mr. Kurban like a man?"

The man looked at Wen Youshan and his group, saw that they were not locals, and there was no eyeliner from Mr. Kurban, so he said with a sigh of relief, "Master Kurban is not a human at all! His family is rich. He is rich enough to rival the country, and pays countless gold and silver treasures and women as tribute to the king every year, but he is extremely harsh to us tenant farmers. No matter what, everything is done according to the rules.

   That's where the rules are, it's clearly just an excuse for him to squeeze us! Everyone said that Mr. Kurban was just referring to deducting us to make a fortune and to please the king. Not only that, but all those of us who have a decent appearance must be remembered by him. Either he takes it or sends it to the palace. We also We can't resist, we must be grateful to Dade, woohoo. Why is our life so bitter! "

   Wen Youshan was so angry that he kicked a stone under his feet.

   The man was still crying, and the dark guard asked hurriedly, "Master, what should we do next?"

   The farm was busy at the moment, and the fields were still bare. They wanted to know about the grain of Tibet, so they probably had to go to the grain shop in the capital.

Wen Youshan also knew about this situation, so he asked the dark guard to ask the old man, but he said, "The grain store in the city also belongs to Mr. Kurban, and the whole city belongs to Mr. Kurban! You are outsiders, Master Kurban will not sell you food."

   "Why?" Dark Guard asked with a frown.

The man wiped his tears and looked in the direction of the border, "This is the city closest to Daqi, and the king has specially explained that you can't easily trade with Daqi people, you can buy their things with silver, and you can't sell things to them."

   The dark guard translated the words, and Wen Youshan's brows slowly tightened.

  The Dark Guard hurriedly asked: "Isn't there a person from Daqi who made a deal here?"

   The man shook his head and said he didn't know, "Perhaps there is, but all they can take away is silver, and they can't take away a piece of wood from the Tibetans."

   "Fuck!" Wen Youshan scolded angrily, with such an order, no matter where they went, no one would sell them food.

   In a time of irritability, Wen Youshan thought of the seeds in the bag, and said hesitantly, "We just bought a few cantaloupes on the road, and the fruit farmer didn't say they wouldn't sell them."

  The man said bluntly: "It's okay to eat the cantaloupe, you can't take it with you, let alone the melon, you can't even get the melon seeds away, and you can't get out of the gate."

   These words made everyone's hearts go cold. Wen Youshan finally understood why, for so many years, no one had brought crops back to Daqi from the Tubo side. Their feelings were not because they didn't want to, but because they couldn't do it.

  Wen Youshan gritted his teeth, took out fifty taels of silver from his arms and stuffed it into the old man's arms, saying, "Thank you today."

The eyes of the old man holding the silver instantly glared like copper bells. It wasn't until Wen Youshan and the others walked away that they came back to their senses. He excitedly put the silver in his mouth and took a bite. Three feet tall, he ran to the house with the money in his hand.

When night fell, the group randomly found a hotel to settle in. Tubo was similar to Mobei. The wind and sand were so strong that the hotel didn't look very clean. Ten people asked for two rooms. discuss.

   "What should we do now?" An Weiyi stared at Wen Youshan, as if he was at his command.

  Wen Youshan turned his head and looked at Dark Guardian.

   Dark Guardian is also a look of listening intently.

   Looking forward, everyone was in a posture of doing nothing but saying nothing. He was speechless for a while, regretting that he didn't bring a think tank out.

After thinking about it, Wen Youshan pondered: "We still have to start with Mr. Kurban. Tomorrow, the two of you will go out to inquire about the situation of Kurban's manor, including the patrolling guards and who is in the Kurban family. Breakthrough, the other two go to inquire about Fan Qirui's whereabouts, I always think they will come in handy!"

   (end of this chapter)