When Zhao Muyun saw the person coming, he realized that it was Bai Shouren, the second head of the Bai family who had colluded with the Tartars to kill him.
But looking at his current appearance, it seems that he didn't have a very happy time during the time Zhao Muyun was away!
Otherwise, why would he become so enthusiastic as soon as he learned that Zhao Muyun had arrived, like an old friend meeting again after a long separation.
"Second Master Bai, you didn't tell me the truth!" Zhao Muyun said coldly with a stern face.
"I've told you everything I know. How could I dare to hide anything from you?" Seeing Zhao Muyun's cold expression, Bai Shouren immediately looked sad.
"Really?" Zhao Muyun said slowly, "I remember you begged me to spare your life for your daughter's sake. Is that true?"
When Bai Shouren heard this, he suddenly panicked. Could it be that Zhao Muyun already knew something?
However, Bai Shouren still chose to bite the bullet and said, "Yes...right! That's what happened!"
"Sure?"
"Sure...sure..." Bai Shouren was asked questions repeatedly by Zhao Muyun, and he felt more and more guilty.
"Haha, you only have one son, so where does your daughter come from?" Zhao Muyun raised his voice, "The daughter you mentioned should be your niece, right?"
"You...you know everything?" Bai Shouren's face suddenly darkened. "Are you going to kill me?"
"I won't kill you. I'll keep you to help me make salt. Don't even think about leaving. Just give up on it!" Zhao Muyun said coldly and ruthlessly.
"Zhao Muyun, if I don't go back, my elder brother, my son, and Lord Sun will all ask you for the person."
Hearing that he could never leave, Bai Shouren suddenly trembled all over and became excited.
After nearly a month of hard work, I was filled with anger and just hoped that one day I would be released.
But now, it was ruthlessly shattered by Zhao Muyun.
"They all came to me, and I told them that you died in battle, and that your death was quite honorable."
"Sun Jizong has reported to Lord Pei, requesting that you be commended for your merits and posthumously awarded the title of Assistant Minister of Justice. I believe it will be issued soon."
"If you go back now, wouldn't that be a slap in the face of Master Pei and Sun Jizong? No one would want you to be alive."
"So, choosing 'death' is a very appropriate solution! It will benefit everyone."
Zhao Muyun said without hiding anything.
He went out and told Pei Lun that Bai Shouren died in the chaos of the army and at the hands of the Tartars. Even though Pei Lun had some doubts, in the face of the Salt Road, a small Bai Shouren was insignificant.
Once the imperial court issues the posthumous title, Bai Shouren will be dead even if he is still alive!
What!
"Zhao Muyun, you...you are so vicious!" Bai Shouren looked miserable after hearing this.
He knew very well that from now on he would be like a living dead.
The second head of the Bai family in Shuozhou disappeared from the world from then on.
Bai Shouren is of course unwilling to accept this. He also wants to help his son Bai Sheng compete with the Bai family's eldest daughter for the position of the third-generation heir of the Bai family!
But he was already a "dead" man, and if he went back as Bai Shouren, it would only bring disaster to his son.
"I'm vicious? If I weren't a little more ruthless, I would have died in your hands long ago. Letting you live is the last bit of mercy I have."
"If you want to die, I won't stop you! Your secret of making salt is no longer the means of survival for you!"
When Zhao Muyun heard Bai Shouren say that he was vicious, he didn't get angry but laughed instead.
In Shuozhou City, the group of people who attacked him late at night at Tongfu Inn were closely related to the Bai family.
Apart from Bai Sheng, I can’t think of anyone else!
The only value Bai Shouren has now is that he can help make coarse salt.
However, with Pei Lun's cooperation, it became easy to find a group of people who knew how to make salt.
Bai Shouren's expression changed from anger to misery, and then turned pale, as if he had lost all desire to live.
If he wants to survive now, he can only work as a laborer here; if he wants to escape his current situation, he can also die.
Unfortunately, he didn't have the courage.
Bai Shouren stood there like a puppet, his eyes dull and motionless.
If I had known this would happen, I would have been killed when Zhao Muyun first discovered me.
After Zhao Muyun left with Uncle Kui and the others, a fierce-looking Wuhuan old man came over with a cane in his hand and yelled at Bai Shouren fiercely:
"What are you still doing? Go to work, or you won't have any food today."
Before Bai Shouren could come to his senses, the cane had already hit him.
It hurts so much.
......
On the other side of the salt lake, under the poplar forest, the Wuhuan people entertained Zhao Muyun with the highest etiquette of their tribe.
Zhao Muyun sat in the first seat, as if he were their leader.
Huan Naxue had long since put aside her status as Wuhuan Beji and served Zhao Muyun wholeheartedly, bringing pieces of roasted mutton that were crispy inside and golden outside to his mouth, as if she was afraid that he would be hungry.
Her four uncles and other Wuhuan people not only did not feel uncomfortable at all, but instead felt that it was their honor.
The aroma of rich roasted lamb and the enthusiastic Wuhuan women around you will make you slowly intoxicated and indulged.
Mahmud, who was following Zhao Muyun, was also very reserved and frightened at first.
After all, he was a Northern Di person, and there had always been a feud between him and the Wuhuan people. He was afraid that the Wuhuan people would attack him if they disagreed with him.
Indeed, when he appeared in front of the Wuhuan people, he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and his body was covered with thorns. Every look from the Wuhuan people at him seemed to be full of malice.
However, after Zhao Muyun said that Mahmud was his man, all the Wuhuan people immediately changed their attitude 180 degrees, their malice disappeared in an instant, and they treated him like a distinguished guest.
Mahmud was now shocked and impressed by what he saw.
No one knows how this man conquered these unruly Wuhuan people and made them work for him.
"Captain Zhao, the revival of our clan depends entirely on you!"
"Let us all come together and toast Captain Zhao once more."
Uncle Kui had already drunk quite a bit, his old face was flushed, and it was obvious that he was extremely happy.
Binding Zhao Muyun and Wuhuan with Huan Naxue was probably the greatest contribution he made to his clan in his life.
Everyone cheered loudly, stood up and toasted Zhao Muyun respectfully.
Zhao Muyun took the ox-horn wine cup handed to him by Huan Naxue, raised it slightly without standing up, and then drank it all in one gulp.
When dealing with other races, one must always be in a superior position so that they will be completely loyal and not dare to have any extraordinary thoughts.
"King Zhelan's attention is focused on the southeast, giving us a break. Our forces have already begun building cities in Yinzhou, establishing farmlands and garrisoning troops to resist the Tartars."
"I suggest that you, your clan, stop grazing your livestock in Shulechuan for now. Once the Tartars arrive, the cattle and sheep you've worked so hard to fatten will become their prey."
"Therefore, apart from leaving a group of people here to continue producing crude salt, the rest will follow me to Yinzhou, and I will properly arrange for their placement."
"I've finished speaking. Who's in favor? Who's against?"
Zhao Muyun finished speaking in one breath and stopped talking. He looked at the four Wuhuan elders present with a smile.
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