Back Off, Let Me Come

  Chapter 576 Chapter 576: The Torn Crows (Part 1)【Ask monthly ticket】

  Tata fungus tribe.

  The layout and appearance of the Shiwu tribes are mostly the same.

   The difference is only in size and location.

  Salt dealers were young when they first came to Shiwu, and paid a lot of money to pay homage to a "master". The first business they did was the Tata Mu'er tribe. As a tribe adjacent to Yongguguan, the size and strength of Tata Mur'er belong to the upper middle class.

  It is close, the news is sharp, and the spring hunting is convenient.

  You can often get the first wave of "fat meat".

   Caravans from within the pass also like to come here.

  Many ten-black youths who have no fixed assets will seek refuge with these advantages, and as time goes by, their strength will become stronger.

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  After the First Battle of Yongguguan, the lives of Shi Wu, including the Tata Murer tribe, began to be sad. Passing through Yonggu Pass is the most convenient and smooth business route for smuggling, but now that Yonggu Pass is closed, 90% of the goods in the pass cannot come through.

  10% left?

   It was brought in by smugglers who took other remote and dangerous trade routes and bypassed Yonggu Pass. The wool comes from the sheep, the labor cost has skyrocketed, and the commodity cost has risen accordingly. A tribe of their size, even if they want to buy it, they can't grab those big tribes.

  The tribal leader is very worried.

   Even sent young men to look for unguarded city walls near the border, to see if they could sneak a hole through.

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   It was discovered by the Yongguguan garrison before it got close.

  Leaving behind the corpses of the two unlucky ghosts, they fled back in embarrassment.

   On this day, outside the tent, I heard my kid shouting.

   "Daddy, Daddy, the caravan is coming!"

  The tribal leader came to the spirit immediately.

   "What? Really here?"

   When I went out of the account, I saw that it was really a caravan.

  The leader of the caravan is still a familiar fat man.

  He put on a smiling face in an instant: "Good brother!"

  The salt seller also squeezed out a flattering smile, stepped forward, opened his arms, and had a big bear hug with the bearded tribe leader.

  Patting his back with his palm made a muffled sound.

  Tribal leader: "Long time no see you."

The salt seller laughed and said, "Of course it's because of happy events at home, and it took a little effort to take care of the mother-in-law and children. Recently, I had good luck and got a batch of high-quality goods. I don't think about the brother's kindness in the past. Bring it to you?"

   Tribal leaders are not stupid either.

  Holding the shoulder of the salt seller to the side, whispering.

   "Didn't everyone say that the man surnamed Shen cut off your money and didn't allow you to do this business again? How did you get here?"

  The salt dealer also lowered his voice: "My son is promising, and he entered the government office to find a job... If it is beneficial, he will naturally take care of his father."

  The tribal leader was shocked: "Aren't you afraid of being discovered?"

The salt dealer had an expression of "you don't understand", and smiled: "There is a saying in the customs that 'money can make ghosts turn the millstone', and there are many things that are not allowed above. Who would use money to open up contacts?" Are you so stupid to report it and cut off your own money?"

   The tribal leader is right after thinking about it.

  Ask again what good products are available this time.

  The salt dealer showed him one of the carts.

  Open it, and the regular lumps of salt are wrapped in waxy oiled paper and tied in a beautiful knot. The salt seller carefully took out a piece, opened it, and twisted a pinch for the tribal leader to taste. The tribal leader had seen a good product, and tasted it was even more impressive.

   hurriedly asked: "How much?"

  The salt seller stretched out a hand, fingers spread wide.

  The tribal leader hesitated: "It's a bit expensive..."

"These are all good things! Do you know that fine salt needs to be kept in the pass!" The salt seller compared a large number with one hand, and persuaded him patiently, "You know, the goods can't come in now. I'll sell them." This number is already for brother's sake."

  Tribal leader: "Is there anything else?"

  The salt dealer said: "Yes, yes, yes."

  Although he is a salt seller, he does not only sell salt.

  This time, the volume of merchants was too large, so he left most of them in a relatively safe place, and he brought a little goods and manpower to the Tata Mu'er tribe for transactions. I opened a few more boxes, which contained other daily necessities.

  The tribal leader is tempted, but he can't hold back.

  Salt dealers understand with emotion and act with reason.

"Big brother, it's not like your tribe needs these things anyway, why don't you join forces and eat this batch of goods together? You also know that the situation is too tight now, and that Shen Jun is mean and violent. If he is caught once, Haven’t I been skinned and lit a sky lantern? This trip is really not easy, even with my son’s cover, I still have to feed those wolves in Yongguguan.”

  The tribal leader hesitated.

   Now the lack of things is too tight.

  Although the price of the salt seller is high, it is not too dark, and it is still friendly compared to the sky-high prices smuggled by other trade routes.

  If you miss this time, you don’t know when you will have to wait for the next time, because the balance in your heart has already come to fruition.

"OK!"

   He gritted his teeth and agreed.

   Just looking at the salt seller with a bit of cruelty in his peripheral vision.

  The salt seller put on a shy face, pretending that he didn't see it.

In the past, these smugglers would not have dared to open their mouths and followed the market conditions, otherwise they would easily lead to murder and loss of both people and goods—Shiwu doesn’t know how to talk about the reputation of a business, let alone the reason why business cannot be righteous .

   Kill and kill.

   But now, caravans can't get in.

  These tribes that can’t compete with the big tribes still count on themselves to get the goods, and they will not kill them no matter how upset they are.

  Tribal leader: "But brother, it takes time to collect money."

   "It's okay, I can wait."

  The tribal leader sent someone to pick up the payment, and he returned to his previous cheerful appearance, and enthusiastically let the salt sellers go shopping.

   Far away, passing a stable.

  The salt seller saw a horse-washing slave girl kneeling on the ground, with a peaceful and peaceful face covered with dirt, closing her eyes and praying devoutly. The tribal leader followed his gaze and smiled wickedly: "Why, isn't this slave girl very pretty?"

  Salt seller: "..."

   sign?

  I can’t say these two words against my conscience.

  The female slave was unkempt, with a brown face, almost invisible. As an old Jianghu, he naturally knows certain customs of Shiwu, and he can see through the identity of women at a glance—because every tribe has more men than women, and women are extremely scarce. In low- and middle-scale tribes, "co-wife" is prevalent, and one woman serves Father and son or brothers, so there are not enough women, which makes the extra men a hidden danger. In order to appease these hidden dangers, the tribe will spend money to buy a few cheap female slaves.

  The status of this kind of female slaves is low, either they are infertile, or they are old, old and decrepit... It is shared by single men belonging to this tribe.

  They have a short lifespan. From the moment they are bought into the tribe, they live for a short period of a year or a half, and live for a long period of three to five years...

  The horse-washing slave girl in front of her is obviously one of them.

  The salt seller was sympathetic, but there was nothing he could do.

   "I'm just curious what she's doing..."

  The tribal leader spat with a look of displeasure: "I don't know when it started, these slaves started talking about their ancestors, and they always talked about their ancestors." Especially when a man came to this female slave, the female slave always scolded in pain.

   For example, the ancestor Zebei Dadi was selfless, kind, fair and honest, and loved his people.

  The tribal leader looked contemptuous: "The other slaves were also led by her, and they are not as active as before."

  Hehe, if it wasn't for the fact that I couldn't buy a suitable one for a while, the horse-washing slave would have been beaten to death by the horsewhip long ago.

  The salt seller was startled for a moment, and then remembered something.

   Unnaturally responding to two sentences.

   "Broken belt? Isn't that very troublesome?"

  The words of the slave girl sound familiar?

  He remembered that these seemed to be the contents of the stone tablet that fell from the sky in the valley of Shiwu refugees? Out of curiosity, I also recited a few paragraphs. Unexpectedly, after the ancestor of Shiwu appeared, the content of the inscription was spread to such a distant place in Tata.

  The tribal leader wrote lightly: "What's the trouble? A slave is a slave, and if you don't obey, just kill him."

  The salt seller responded with a smile on his face, but trembled in his heart.

  As soon as he got the payment and counted it correctly, he left without stopping, for fear that he would be clicked by the tribal leader if he walked out late.

  The tribal leader didn't know what he was thinking, so he waved goodbye: "My good brother, I have something good to remember about us."

  The salt dealer promised to be straightforward.

   "It's easy to say, easy to say!"

  Seeing his fleeing back in embarrassment as if his **** was on fire, Yu Zi curled his mouth: "You are timid, but you are very slick in making up the master just now, just open your mouth."

  The salt dealer wiped off his sweat with a guilty conscience.

He smiled apologetically and said, "The grass-roots people are just trying to deceive that person, not sincerely slandering Shen Jun, even if given ten thousand courage, they wouldn't dare! Moreover, the Shiwu alien race is the most capricious, if he backs out halfway... this, this grass-roots man will This life, if you lose it, you can't get it back... You just saw the appearance of that slave girl, can Cao Min not panic?"

"snort!"

   When talking about female slaves, Yu Zi's mood sank. She remembered the days when her mother was kidnapped and sold to the first family. Being a wife to father and brother, trampled and humiliated, unable to survive or die—how similar is it to that female slave?

  Yu Zi brought the salt seller to meet Lu Jue, who was guarding the goods. The latter was sitting on the truck with a book on military affairs rolled up in his left hand, reading it with gusto. He raised his head when he heard the movement, and asked with a smile: "Why, Wei Heng is not interested, is it because the business failed?"

  Yu Zi: "I got all the money."

   "Why is that?"

  Yu Zi talked about the horse-washing slave girl, and she was puzzled: "There is such a shortage of women, why do you refuse to treat them kindly?"

  Lv Jue was a slave himself, so he understands it very well.

"Whoever tells you that you will cherish what you lack? They are not lacking women, but women who are young and capable of giving birth. They are for the children born from that body, and they are not simply trying to be a 'woman'. Moreover, no matter how well a woman lives Okay, children can be born, why bother to treat them kindly? Old women or women who can't have children are even more burdensome to waste rations."

  Yu Zi pursed her lips stubbornly.

   Lu Jue murmured softly, "Men are actually the same."

  Yu Zi looked at him.

   Lu Jue took out an exquisite gold-handled snare drum from a pile of money, with a special drum head material, and laughed at it.

"The weak do not discriminate between men and women. As long as they are weak, they will be trampled. Either they will be literally eaten on the plate, or they will be skinned and disassembled to make the human skin drum in the striker. It is the kindness of the master to be able to work hard and die. " Lu Jue threw the human skin drum back, suddenly thought of a detail, and asked, "You just said that the female slave 'broke' many slaves?"

  Yu Zi nodded: "Yes."

   Lu Jue pondered for a while with a sullen expression.

   "Let's go to the next place, you pay attention to the slaves of that tribe, see if it's the same..."

"Um?"

   "Shi Wu is afraid that the sky will change."

   (ノへ￣、)

   The community was sealed. It was said that a big brother who came back from other places went out to Dabaojian to wash his feet during the quarantine period. The sheep, the grandmother next door also followed the sheep, and the school also found out that several students had sheep.

   _(:з」∠)_

   I am also a Buddha. I originally planned to go to the local hospital to have a B-ultrasound tomorrow to check the amniotic fluid and umbilical cord, and the heparin sodium has not been finished yet. I can fight myself, but I can't do it.

   Originally, I wanted to double-up and two-in-one, but I didn’t have much energy, so that’s it?

  (end of this chapter)