Chapter 110: Qianshou: What flavor of incense do immortals like to eat?
There was constant thunder in the sky, crackling for more than half a month, and all the Hun leaders who led the charge died in the minefield.
The remaining crowd was leaderless and could only kowtow and beg for mercy under the power of heaven and earth.
The thunderstorm lasted for more than half a month, and the remaining Xiongnu soldiers cowered there for the better part of a month, not even daring to move. Fortunately, they still had frightened horses, so they killed them and ate their flesh and drank their blood, barely surviving until the end.
Tara leaned against a horse carcass in a daze, lying on the horse's neck with an expressionless face and drinking big gulps of blood. The trembling fear in his heart made his mouth full of horse blood. As soon as he drank it, his stomach sac moved and vomited it out. He spat out big gulps of donated blood, and for a moment it was hard to tell whether it was horse blood he drank or human blood he vomited.
Is he going to die?
Where is the Wolf God?
Why didn’t their gods appear?
Until one day, the rumbling sound in my ears disappeared, and the sun set again in the sky, casting spots of light on my blood-stained face.
Tara blinked and shook her head vigorously. In front of her eyes were large patches of golden light, which blurred into a mass and could not be seen clearly.
After an unknown amount of time, I felt the ground shaking.
Having been with horses for many years, he immediately realized that this was a galloping war horse.
"Take them back!"
It is the language of Daqin.
It's a human being!
Their god is finally gone!
He survived!
After learning this lesson, the remaining Huns became extremely obedient, raising their hands when told to and their feet when told to.
Against the backdrop of the exceptionally gorgeous sky, the team gradually moved away.
Meng Tian raised his hand, holding a piece of jade, and flashed it to convey the message to the distance.
The Immortal Master has successfully overcome the tribulation, Your Majesty, please rest assured.
He squinted his eyes and looked up. The strange scene of heaven and earth after successfully overcoming the tribulation illuminated half of the sky. Even if he was hundreds of miles away, he could still see this magnificent sky.
A dazzling glow lingered around a green figure, and even the heaven and earth were celebrating her success.
Meng Tian's heart was beating rapidly, intense and complex emotions were surging in his chest, and his eyes were shining brightly.
This is the immortal of Daqin!
This must be the immortal who came for the Great Qin!
It brings together countless brilliances, so brilliant and dazzling.
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The Xiongnu was defeated, and all its tribes suffered heavy losses, especially the leadership, which was almost wiped out. Only the illegitimate son of Chanyu Touman was barely found. He was as thin as a kitten and was temporarily pushed to the position of Chanyu, responsible for signing the armistice agreement with the Qin Dynasty.
As soon as the agreement was signed, the caravans that had been ready for departure walked out of the city gate of Yunzhong County and entered the grassland from all directions.
After the "divine punishment" of thunder and lightning, the once ferocious Huns became extremely honest, and even the practice of forcing the caravans to lower prices by intimidation and bribery almost disappeared.
Large numbers of cattle, sheep, and war horses flowed into Daqin with the caravans returning. Oh, they had to keep the sheep; they only needed to buy the wool. After all, raising and shearing sheep required costs, but wool was so cheap that a small bag of snowflake salt could be exchanged for a whole cart of simply sorted wool.
Especially after the opening of the Qin-Xiongnu mutual trade zone, countless Xiongnu people migrated with their families from the heart of the grassland to the pastures near Yunzhong County.
What is most lacking on the grassland are necessities of life such as cloth and salt. They cannot produce them but cannot live without them. In the past, they could only buy them from merchants in the Central Plains at high prices. However, after the establishment of the mutual trade zone, they can buy salt and cloth, which were originally almost astronomical prices, in the newly opened commercial areas outside the Great Wall.
"I heard that a factory is going to be opened here. In the future, the wool will be cleaned and spun into yarn here before being shipped to Daqin. A lot of people will be needed." The Xiongnu woman crowded in front of a stall selling coarse cloth to make a selection, chattering and sharing the latest news she had received.
"Will the Qin factory hire us? And what is a factory?" asked another Xiongnu woman.
"It's washing wool, drying it, and twisting it into yarn. These are all jobs we're familiar with. We had to do them back in the tribe, too, and no one praised us for our work. But in the factory, we get paid! I heard they even provide vegetables with every meal!"
The Xiongnu woman spoke with a look of longing on her face. "Those are vegetables! On our grassland, apart from the nobles who own countless cattle and sheep, how can anyone else have the chance to eat vegetables? I've only had one bite in my life, and that was a reward from the chieftain, who brought it back to me because he couldn't bear to eat it."
When her companions heard that she had actually eaten vegetables, they were all surprised and asked, "How was it? Are vegetables delicious? What do they taste like? I've never eaten vegetables in my life."
The Xiongnu woman smacked her lips, lost in reminiscence. "It was delicious! It was a cold dish, but I've never eaten anything so delicious. I can't explain why it was so delicious, but it was the best food I've ever had."
The vendor's lips twitched as he listened to them describe a mouthful of cold vegetable leaves as delicious as nectar. He reminded them, "If you want some vegetables, there's a bean vendor at the end of this road. You can trade a lamb leg for a bag. Go back and soak a handful of beans in water, cover them with a cloth, and place them by the stove. After three to five days, they'll sprout, which is also a vegetable."
What? !
"Can vegetables grow on our grasslands?!" Several Xiongnu women stared with wide eyes. "And we can get them in exchange for just a lamb leg!"
The vendor raised his chin and proudly said, "This was taught to us by an immortal from the Great Qin. She brought a recipe for bean sprouts from heaven, and she transformed unpalatable beans into delicious bean sprouts, allowing us, the common people of the Great Qin, to eat vegetables even in winter!" He emphasized, "This is a delicacy from the immortal realm!"
After saying this, he raised his chin and waited for their exclamations.
As expected, several Xiongnu women exclaimed in amazement, praising the immortal of Daqin and singing praises of her kindness.
"Your God is so kind! Not only does he help you fight, but he also lets you eat such precious vegetables. I'm so envious."
"Our Wolf God only blesses brave warriors during hunting."
"Ah, if only our wolf god could be like yours."
The vendor listened to their envious and longing words, and the corners of his mouth kept rising.
Although he had never seen the legendary immortal, he was the immortal of their Great Qin! Their Great Qin!
What, you said he is from Zhao?
You're talking nonsense! Now the whole world belongs to the Qin Dynasty, so he must be a Qin person too!
That is the immortal who blesses him!
Who said he wasn't angry with others!
The Xiongnu woman, having received the good news, generously bought all the coarse cloth she had just seen, and paid for it with a gem the size of a fingernail.
The vendor took the gem with shining eyes, and tried hard to resist the urge to bite it. He held it up to the sunlight and looked at it. The shining color revealed its great value.
"Oh, you guys are so generous. Come on, here, I'll give you these small pieces as gifts. The fabric is not big, but it's smoother than coarse cloth. It's perfect for making bellybands or small clothes for your children. You're welcome to come back next time."
The small vendors now look at them as if they are cash cows, the kind that will actively drop money on them. Their attitude is so friendly and their service is so thoughtful. They just hope that they can attract more repeat customers.
Several Xiongnu women who were used to being cheated by the caravans felt the merchants' enthusiasm for the first time and were even flattered. They held the extra pieces of cloth and expressed their gratitude profusely. They also promised many times that they would promote the business well after returning to the tribe and let everyone come here to buy.
The vendor smiled so hard that his eyes almost disappeared, and said hypocritical polite words: "No problem, no problem. It's great that you can come and take care of our business. You are welcome to come again next time."
After the people walked away, he immediately handed over the stall to an acquaintance nearby and hurried into the city to find a way to exchange the gems.
He couldn't keep such a large gem, so he might as well exchange it for some small change. Although there was a discount, he would definitely not lose money on this deal.
Walking home with a few silver ingots and a bag of copper coins in his pocket, the street vendor was so happy that he almost staggered.
Oh, this amount alone is equivalent to his income for the past three years.
With this money, he can save enough for the betrothal gift to marry a wife, and have some spare money to renovate the house and buy two pieces of land. When he has a baby in the future, he will be a stable family with land.
The small vendor was thinking that he would have to spend some money to hire a carpenter to erect a longevity tablet for the immortal so that he could worship it every day. He wondered what kind of incense and offerings the immortal liked.
If it weren't for the help of the immortals, how could he have lived such a good life? He could only barely make ends meet day by day, and he didn't even know when he would lose his life.
Oh, we need to build a temple for the immortal so that she can enjoy incense and offerings.
I'll have to ask the elders in the clan who wants to take the lead, so he can donate some of the money to show his support.
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