Chapter 2207 Subjective Standards (Happy Birthday to "Mo Yan")
When General Nie and his men arrived with the convoy, Manbao and his men had already become acquainted with the young men of the town, squatting on the roadside and eating melons.
Of course, they spent money. The melons piled in front of them were all bought with money. Bai Shan bought melons for several people, and then squatted on the side of the road, eating and talking to them.
The young man and the woman selling melons seemed a little embarrassed. After taking a look at the pile of melons in front of them, they said, "Sir, these melons can be kept for a few more days if placed in a cool place."
Bai Shancai said boldly, "It's okay. There are many of us and we will finish the meal in no time."
The young man who was speaking didn't know that there was a large convoy behind them. He thought it was just them, so he glanced at their guards and said nothing. There were too many of them.
Bai Shan shared the melons with Daji and others. They had been walking in the desert for two days and had subconsciously been drinking water sparingly. They were already thirsty, so they split the melons in half and started to eat one each.
Manbao and his friends were more polite, but they refused Daji's offer to chop the melons for them with their own knives.
The knife had been used to kill sheep and skin rabbits, which was fine, but the main thing was that it had also killed people, so they didn't want to use the knife that had killed people to chop melons.
Fortunately, Manbao also had a knife. She felt around her waist, took out a dagger, pulled it out and started cutting the melon.
Bai Shan wanted to say something after seeing it, but when he saw that they were all happily taking the melon and eating it, he swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
In fact, the knife given by the queen may have killed more people, but it’s just that time has passed.
Bai Shan glanced at the melon in his hand and took a bite without hesitation. Man Bao exclaimed, "It's so sweet! Can you eat the melons here so early?"
The young man said, "It's grown in a greenhouse."
He sighed and said, "Our melons are delicious. Guests from the Western Regions like them, as do guests from the Central Plains. And no matter where they come from, they all like to take some with them when they leave. I heard they want to take some back for their families, so we plant some in the greenhouse. That way, we can have melons to eat starting in June and continuing until August."
Normally, the melons here are harvested in July.
"But very few people came this year. I heard that someone in the Central Plains got a strange disease that's contagious. Hundreds of thousands of people have died, and several cities have been deserted. So no merchants are coming, and these melons can't be sold."
Manbao and the others: "...Is that what was said?"
The young men immediately asked, "By the way, you came from the Central Plains, right? Are you running for your lives?"
The lady next to him even came up to ask, "I heard that Lian Tian Khan is dead."
Manbao and the others were startled and quickly shook their heads, saying, "Don't talk nonsense. Your Majesty is fine. Hundreds of thousands of people didn't die, only over two thousand."
The young men were skeptical. "Are you kidding me? We heard about a city being sealed off, and everyone who entered died. There are several empty cities in the Central Plains."
"So when the merchants from the Western Regions heard about it, they stopped coming. Some even stopped halfway and turned north. I heard they were going to another country."
Manbao: "Go north? Isn't that the Uighurs? What's so good about going there?"
Bai Shan: "That is, do the Huihe people have silk? Do they have tea? Do they have porcelain?"
The young man had no idea. He didn't even know where the Uighurs were, so he could only look at them blankly.
Yin Huo brought the topic back to the topic, "Your town is full of locals, so there are no merchants from other places?"
"Yes," the young man said, "and some have lived here for several years. They've run out of money and can't leave. They can only earn money here to pay for the journey."
Bai Shan's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Are there any people from the Central Plains?"
"have."
"So there are people from the Western Regions too?"
"Both, both."
Bai Shan was satisfied and asked with a smile, "Where do they live?"
The young men became alert and asked, "What do you want with them, sir?"
Bai Shan said with a smile: "We are going to the Western Regions and would like to find a guide. It would be best if it is someone from the Central Plains who has been to the Western Regions, or someone from the Central Plains who has been to the Western Regions."
Hearing this and not accommodation, the young men immediately put aside their guard and waved their hands nonchalantly, saying, "They're probably working somewhere in town. They said they were traveling, but they have no money for accommodation or food, and can't even support themselves. What kind of travel is that?"
Therefore, the young people in the town don’t like to travel far, and naturally they have never thought about being a guide for others. Of course, they can’t be a guide.
In the eyes of young people, being away from home is a very dangerous thing. At the very least, they may be unable to return home like those people in the town, and even food and accommodation become problems; at the worst, they may die outside and their families may not even know.
Once their guard was down, everyone started chatting about all sorts of things. Of the six people, only Zhou Liru would occasionally say a few words. The young men were very enthusiastic in answering her and Manbao's questions. After all, who wouldn't like a pretty girl?
So by the time the convoy arrived, Bai Shan and his friends had already gotten a good understanding of the situation in the town and had almost finished eating the melons in their hands.
The convoy had just approached the street and had not yet entered. Because there were too many people and vehicles, people on the street soon discovered it, so they immediately left Bai Shan and the others and rushed over. This time, men, women, young and old rushed over together.
Oh my god, with so many people living in their homes, how much money can they make...
Bai Shan quickly grabbed a young man by the back of his collar, pulled him over, and asked with a smile, "Why are you running?"
The young man fluttered and shouted, "Let me go, let me go, you won't stay overnight..."
Manbao took out a dime from his purse and tossed it in front of his eyes. The young man immediately said, "You have really sharp eyes. Just like what people in the Central Plains say, eyes are like fire. My yard is indeed the best among the others. If you could live in my house..."
"We won't live in your house," Bai Shan said, "Your family lives in the east of the town, and we want to live in the west."
The young man choked and said dissatisfiedly: "What happened to Zhendong?"
"Didn't you just say that those poor travelers were staying in the east of the town?" Bai Shan said, "There must be an inn in the town. Take us to the largest and safest inn, and we'll pay you."
He gestured for him to look at their clothes and asked with a smile, "Do you think we look like the kind of people who would live in the east part of the town and put ourselves in a difficult position?"
Never mind, just move in first. If you are not satisfied, you won’t get your money back when you check out.
But the young man just thought about this in his heart. He glanced at the melons on the ground. They were chatting happily just now, and the other party bought so many melons from them. He felt a little embarrassed to cheat them.
He hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the people surrounding the convoy. He felt that even if he squeezed in now, he wouldn't be able to grab any soup, let alone meat. So he sighed and nodded, "Okay, I'll take you there, but as agreed, you pay me."
Manbao took the silver coin back and took out a string of coins and said, "If you give a good introduction, I'll give you half. If you give an especially good introduction, I'll give you all. If you give us a satisfactory introduction, I'll give you this silver coin."
The young man was stunned. Isn’t your standard too subjective?
I wish my book friend "Mo Yan" a happy birthday, everything goes well, and I am happy every day
See you tomorrow
(End of this chapter)
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