Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Lü Tu with ambiguous gazes, their eyes lingering on him.
The meaning was quite clear: he wanted to ask Lü Tu, "Is it really true?"
Some of the women present, in particular, had their eyes fixed on a certain part of the Kunlun slave. Although they were a little shy, they still couldn't bear to miss a single second.
Exclamations of surprise echoed from the crowd: "Damn, how can it be so big?"
"This is outrageous! It's like a cow."
Many people shook their heads with regret: "It's a pity it was blown off, otherwise I would have bought one and it might have worked quite well."
These words surprised Salsh, who had lived with a Dayu family for a year before coming here, from which he learned the Dayu language and gained a lot of knowledge about the customs and culture of the northern border of Dayu.
I had thought the people of Dayu were as refined and cultured as I had imagined, but I never expected them to be so unrestrained, no less so than the Arabs.
Sarxu Chonglu Tu bowed and said, "My lord, I have a total of 403 Kunlun slaves. I will sell them to you as 400 for a total of 2,000 taels of silver."
Liu Hu pointed his riding whip at him: "Bullshit! You only have 30-odd here, where did you get 400 from?"
Sarshu waved his hands repeatedly and explained, "My lord, you are unaware that there is a fee to enter the city, so we left most of the Kunlun slaves outside the North Gate."
Lu Tu nodded knowingly: "Okay, take me to see how it is first. I'll pay as long as I'm satisfied."
"This way, sir." Sarshu mounted his camel, while his companions whipped the Kunlun slaves to make them follow.
Lu Tu said unhappily, "Hit her gently. She's already my slave. I won't take her if you break her!"
Sarshu nodded repeatedly, "Understood, sir!" He then turned around and reprimanded the Kunlun slaves a few times, which saved them from another beating.
Three miles outside the North Gate, there were indeed many white-topped tents. The Arabs really do like white; they use white for everything.
Before Lu Tu and his men could get close, a dozen or so Arabs wielding curved knives rushed out of the tent and asked warily, "Who are you?"
Sarshu quickly stepped forward to speak with them, and the group's expressions softened as they bowed to Lü Tu: "Lord Lü, hello."
Lu Tu praised, "The words of the Great Yu are quite good. It seems you've been here quite often."
"To be honest, this is our first time in Dayu, and we never expected to meet Lord Lü. If we have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely bring some precious gems for you!"
Anyone can make empty promises, and Lü Tu is no exception: "Alright, next time I'll send you silk. Take some back and sell it for a high price."
Sarshu's eyes lit up upon hearing this: "Really, my lord? Does the Great Yu Dynasty really have silk?"
Lu Tu looked at him curiously: "You've already heard of silk, why are you asking me if I have it?"
"Please forgive me, sir, that's not what I meant. I wanted to know if the silk was produced in Wuchuan?"
Lu Tu shook his head: "Wuchuan is too cold to raise silkworms. I can't explain it to you if there are too many, but I have a way to get them."
Sarshu took out an emerald ring from his pocket and respectfully presented it with both hands: "Please accept this gift from me, my lord. It is my most precious possession! I offer it to establish our friendship."
This was the first time Lu Tu had ever seen a gem the size of a pigeon's egg. He hadn't expected Sarxu to be so generous. Besides, Lu Tu already intended to do business with him, so of course he wouldn't refuse.
Sarshu had not expected that Lü Tu would accept the gift so readily, which was completely different from the Da Yu people he had imagined who were always reluctant to give gifts.
Then he smiled and said, "Lord Lü, will you need Kunlun slaves next time?"
"Yes! The more the better, I'll take as many as you bring!"
Lu Tu needed this kind of hard labor; whether it was coal mines, brick kilns, or iron smelting, a large number of Kunlun slaves were required.
He could never treat his own people like livestock, but when it came to ordering around foreigners like the Kunlun slaves, he had no worries whatsoever, since he never considered the Kunlun slaves as human beings.
Sarshu's eyes lit up: "Understood, sir. Wait for my good news. I will arrive in Wuchuan again in three months at most. I wonder how I will find you then?"
Liu Hu laughed from the side, "Anyone in the entire Wuchuan area can find out where my elder brother is."
"Understood. Today is truly a joyous day. Please allow us to offer our highest respect to Lord Lü!"
No sooner had he finished speaking than Salsh let out a howl, startling everyone. Liu Hu was about to draw his sword when he saw Salsh and a group of Arabs lifting their white robes and beginning to sing and dance.
Lu Tu looked on, facepalming. He never expected that this was the highest form of respect.
However, on the other hand, these guys must have performed like this quite often, at least they have some flexibility and their movements seem pretty good. They've got some skills. I just don't know if the women from the Arab world can dance even better.
Meanwhile, the Kunlun slaves on the side had a bitter face. They had seen Sarshu so excited when they passed through the Wuhuan tribe before. On that occasion, they had sold 50 of their own kind.
This time, Salxu and the others danced together, it seemed they had all been sold. For a moment, these Kunlun slaves couldn't help but look towards their homeland with tears in their eyes.
After the dance ended, Sarxu wanted to continue, but Lu Tu stopped him: "Alright, that's enough. It's getting late. Wait until I leave before you dance."
"I will obey your orders, sir!" Sarshu said, placing one hand on his chest and bowing.
Liu Hu took out 2,000 taels of silver and handed it to the other party. Next was the task of counting the number of people. Liu Hu stepped forward and said, "Brother, there are indeed 403 people, but there is one woman among them."
"A woman? No way!"
What would be the use of female Kunlun slaves? The genes of Kunlun slaves are very strong, and their lineage is black for generations. Lu Tu does not allow the descendants of Kunlun slaves to live on the land of Dayu, so naturally he would not want them.
Upon hearing this, Sarshu immediately gave a look, and the Arab beside him killed the female Kunlun slave with a single stroke.
"I'm sorry, sir. I remember that before arriving in Dayu, I didn't know that you didn't want a female Kunlun slave."
Lu Tu couldn't help but praise Salshu's decisiveness, saying, "You've got something. I acknowledge you as a friend. Bring me a surprise next time you come."
"Farewell, sir!"
Lu Tu and his entourage, along with the 400 Kunlun slaves, marched through the city in a grand procession, since he wasn't paying any entrance fee anyway.
All the people along the way stood in the streets to watch the spectacle. Among them were some bold widows who pleaded with Lu Tu, "Sir, please sell me a strong Kunlun slave. I have been a widow for many years."
Lu Tu glared at him: "These guys are more eunuchs than eunuchs, you won't get anything from them."
“It’s useful, it’s useful. His fingers are rough and strong, he looks like he’s made for hard work.”
Lu Tu ignored these people and headed towards Kuishan Village.
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