Datang romantic little landlord

Li Wangyou rolled his eyes silently in his heart, isn't this nonsense, a wolf killed by a grenade, can it still keep its fur intact?

He was thinking about how to explain this misunderstanding, when he saw the Tie Le man took out a bunch of things from his arms, and brought them directly to Li Wangyou's neck without any explanation.

Li Wangyou took a closer look, only to find that it was actually a string of pendants made of wolf fangs polished and perforated.

"Tsk tsk, that's amazing, 26 fangs! The most powerful warrior in our Hurt tribe doesn't have so many fangs! If you go out, the most beautiful girls in the tribe will be willing to get into your tent."

Li Wangyou became more and more dumbfounded...

He vaguely remembered that the Tiele people also seemed to worship the wolf totem.It is the greatest honor to hang on your body the wolf fangs that you hunted with your own hands.

The Tiele people in front of them all had a number of mace pendants hanging around their necks. Obviously, this was the Tiele people's "Medal of Honor".

It is not surprising that wolf furs are the best sellers of the Xue Yantuo Khanate.

Li Wangyou just felt that since the Tie Le people worshiped the wolf totem, they also took pride in being able to hunt wolves. Why does this logic feel weird?

As for the "misunderstanding" of the Tie Le people, Li Wangyou is not going to explain it clearly for the time being.After all, although these Tiele people rescued him and seemed harmless, it is not a bad thing for him to be alone and in this strange environment to make others misunderstand his "force value".

Li Wangyou has figured out a lot of things through the chattering young man in front of him who is very talkative.

This tribe named Huerte is a small tribe of the Tiele people in the Xueyantuo Khanate.And that middle-aged Tiele man is the leader of the Huerte tribe, named Xi Jie.

A talkative young man named Ah Dian.

Li Wangyou couldn't help rolling his eyes when he heard his self-introduction.

What kind of bad name is this?

Taking advantage of others?

A fall?Father?

People in Tiele don't have a surname, only a first name. According to A'dao, in Tiele's language, A'dang means boss, which is the same as Dalang called by the people of Tang Dynasty.

"Ah..." Li Wangyou hesitated for a while, but still didn't want to be taken advantage of by Ah Die, so he simply smiled and said, "Why don't I call you Da Lang?"

"Okay!" Ah Tuo didn't have any objections, and nodded happily: "Li Wangyou, we have also towed your car back. But we haven't found the animals pulling the cart, so it's probably not a wolf. The group was eaten, and he ran away by himself. But it’s okay, our Huerte tribe has plenty of horses, and I will ask Xi Jie to give you two more good horses later!"

He and the other Tiele people regarded Li Wangyou's sand boat as a strangely shaped carriage.

Li Wangyou couldn't explain what Shazhou was, so he could only smile and thank Ah Tuan.

It is a good thing that Shazhou can be found.I think there should be craftsmen in Huerte's department who can help him repair the damaged sand boat.

On the grassland, as long as there is wind, the sand boat can run faster and save more effort than riding a horse. It is indeed a good means of transportation.

Xi Jie, the leader of the Huerte tribe, asked Ah Di to tell Li Wangyou that he could rest in peace in the tribe to recuperate from his wounds. The Huerte tribe welcomes such a distinguished guest as Li Wangyou.

Li Wangyou thanked the leader of Guoxijie repeatedly, and accepted the hospitality of the Tiele people.

No matter how anxious he was, he wanted to rush back to Chang'an, but the fall from the speeding sand boat really hurt him badly, and it took time for the wound to heal.

While the three were chatting, the tent was lifted again, and a young girl from the Huerte tribe walked in with a pottery bowl.

After talking to her for a few words, Ah Dian brought the pottery bowl in front of Li Wangyou: "This is my younger sister Yaruo, the meat soup she cooked for you, please taste it."

Li Wangyou thanked him with a smile, but he was not polite, and picked up the pottery bowl.

He was indeed starving too, and after smelling the aroma of food, he salivated even more.

Can't wait to put a spoonful of meat soup into the mouth, the next second, Li Wangyou couldn't help frowning...

1017 Damn profiteer

Li Wangyou never expected that the bowl of meat soup in his hand, which smelled alluring, had no salty taste at all.

The unsalted meat soup not only has nothing to do with the taste, but also has a strong smell of blood in it.

Even though Li Wangyou had suffered enough in the sand bandit camp for more than a year, and had eaten rough tea and light meals and even leftovers, he still found it difficult to swallow such a bowl of meat soup.

But in the face of the leader of Xijie, Ah Tiao, and Miss Yaruo's expectant eyes, Li Wangyou could only pinch his nose, resisting the feeling of nausea, and swallowed a bowl of meat soup with a sigh.

After Ya Ruo left with the empty pottery bowl full of joy, Li Wangyou asked Ah Dian weakly: "Da Lang, why don't you put salt in this meat soup? Is it the habit of you Tiele people? "

Ah Dian nodded as a matter of course: "Salt? Why do we put salt? We Tiele people never put salt in our food. Only you Tang people need to eat salt! If you don't eat salt, you will get sick. We Tiele people don't eat salt. It will."

Then Ah stumbled and slapped his head belatedly: "Oh, I forgot, you are from Tang Dynasty, you need to eat salt! But there is no salt in our tribe, what should we do?"

Li Wangyou was speechless, but he remembered that later generations seemed to have read a saying, it is said that the grassland people originally did not eat salt.

Naturally, people cannot live without salt, and grassland peoples are not superhuman, and they can not consume substances indispensable to human physiological functions from salt.

The grassland peoples didn't eat salt originally, because they used beef and mutton as their staple food, and when processing ingredients, they would cook them with blood and animal milk, which contained more salt than plants, so that they could absorb the salt needed by the human body.

Of course, the grassland people did not eat salt originally, and one of the important reasons is that there is almost no salt produced on the grassland.

Although various mineral salts and lake salts were produced in later generations, including Inner Mongolia, at least in the Tang Dynasty, there was almost no salt production on the grasslands.

All the salt needs to be transported from the Central Plains, so the price is naturally high, and it is not affordable for ordinary herdsmen.In this way, it is not surprising that the grassland people have developed the habit of not eating salt.

But not to mention whether this is enough to meet the physiological needs of the human body, the taste of the food cooked just because of this is difficult for Li Wangyou to accept.

Salt is the first of all flavors, without salt as a condiment, it is simply tasteless and difficult to swallow.

But other Huerte tribes don't have salt, but Li Wangyou can only bear it.Who told him that he wanted more from others, and he was rescued by the Huerte tribe, so how dare he ask for more.

If there is no salt, there will be no salt, just be patient.

Li Wangyou reckoned that his injuries should be fully healed in about half a month.At that time, he will also bid farewell to the Huerte tribe and embark on a journey home.

As for the Huerte tribe, Li Wangyou planned to send someone to the Xueyantuo Khanate again after he returned to Chang'an, and send them generous gifts to show his gratitude.

Seeing that Li Wangyou was silent, Ah Tuo continued: "Li Wangyou, don't worry, it will be the day of the big market in a few days, then I'll go change some salt and come back."

The chatterbox Ah Tiao continued to talk to himself: "But the salt on the grassland is too expensive, and a sheep can only exchange a small bag of salt. Bah, those damn profiteers should be eaten by wolves!"

Li Wangyou couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the words, and asked, "Is the salt on the grassland so expensive?"

"Yes, that's how expensive it is! A sheep is exchanged for a bag of salt." Ah Tiao said while gesturing the size of the bag with his hand.

Li Wangyou didn't expect that salt on the grassland would be so expensive.Judging from Ah Dian's description, one sheep may not be able to exchange for one liter of salt, which is really astronomical.

He has read many time-travel novels in later generations, all of which describe that salt in the Tang Dynasty is very expensive, and then the pig's feet get rich by relying on sun-dried salt.

But after traveling to the Tang Dynasty, Li Wangyou realized that the so-called lack of salt in the Tang Dynasty was really nonsense.

Since ancient times, China has never been short of salt.