Yang Jin Enters Beijing

The cows were full, and no one died these days, and the weather became milder, the snow stopped, and the sun even came out that day.

Taking advantage of this fine weather, I took Dawa and Mei Duo outside to play. They are bored at home all day long these days.

We played for a while, basked in the sun for a while, and dug some fritillary bulbs under the snow on the river beach.Fritillaria is a kind of medicinal material that can cure coughs. I used to have a lot of coughs, so Gyatso dug up this herbal medicine for me to eat.I wonder if this kind of thing can be exchanged for some salt with Han merchants in the market.

With our booty, we returned home before the sun went down, only to find several horses tied to the stakes in front of our house.

The horses were well trimmed and the saddles were beautiful, some even inlaid with coral and turquoise.

"Is there a guest?" I opened the door and walked in, but I was taken aback. Shan Zengtou was sitting by the simple firepit in my house, Jamba, Gyatso, and the injured Tsering were all lying down carefully. on the ground.

"This is the leader?"

"Kneel down." A housekeeper who looked like a housekeeper next to Shan Zeng yelled at me, and I had no choice but to learn how to force them to kneel down.

"Yangjin, right?" Shan Zengtou asked.

"Yes." I replied.

"Master Basang appreciates you very much. This is the blessing you have cultivated in several lifetimes. Pack up immediately and set off to catch up with Master Basang's carriage."

"But, our four brothers..."

Before I could finish speaking, Shan Zengtou said: "You four brothers go together, I agree."

"But, my yak."

"The cow takes it, I'm sure."

"But……"

"What else?" Shan Zengtou's face darkened.

"Presumptuous." The butler roared behind me.

I saw Qiangba who was lying on the ground tremble, so I could only say in a muffled voice, "It's nothing."

Only then did Head Shan Zeng nodded in satisfaction, and said to me: "From now on, you will be a member of my Shan Zeng's family when you're 'logic'. Go out and do a good job, and don't embarrass Shan Zeng."

"Yes, my lord."

Seeing my dull answer, obviously not understanding the true meaning of his words, Shan Zengtou frowned, and pointed at the housekeeper in disgust.

The butler leaned closer to my ear and said, "Master Basang really appreciates you, but he didn't really want to take you away. It was the head of my family who repeatedly said good things for you in front of Master Basang, so he agreed to take you to some other places." Logically, that place is the capital, a big place, not our backcountry, and the people who live there are all big men, big nobles, and you have to be careful in everything, and don't do anything wrong, in the future..." He looked at Shan Zeng's head He glanced at him, smiled obsequiously, and then continued: "If you can really do something in the future, don't forget the kindness that Shan Zengtou has shown you."

"Yang Jin's family remembers Master Shan Zeng's kindness." Hey!The headman wants to give us away, so what about the serfs? At least they have given away our whole family together, and the whole family has not been separated.

At this time, Ting Dan Zengtou murmured to his housekeeper: "I want to give Mr. Basang some cows and gifts, but he refuses to accept them. He insists on using this bad bus to accept them. What a weirdo!"

It turned out that he was going to give a cow as a gift, and my brothers and I shared it!But it is also true, here in Tubo, the poor is not as valuable as the cow.

After sending off Shan Zengtou and his housekeeper, we started to move.

In fact, there is nothing to move, but it is just another bullock cart, and a few pots and pans, wives and children can be put on the bullock cart.

Driving the cattle, the cart caught up with Mr. Basang's frame within a short distance.

Master Basang and his party had a lot of ox carts transporting fodder, so they moved very slowly.

Seeing our family catching up with so many cows, Basang had a funny expression on his face, he waved to me, and let me get into his carriage.

Basang's carriage was spacious, with a desk and a small stove for heating.

"Lord Basang." I saluted him as I did to Shan Zengtou.

Basang didn't care about these things, and said to me: "There is no need to be so polite, come and sit."

I leaned against the other end of the table in front of him and sat down.

"How old is Yang Jin?" Basang asked me.

"Fifteen," I replied.

"Oh? Only 15 years old?" Basang looked at my face in surprise.

I reached out and touched my face, and said, "Maybe I look anxious."

Basang smiled, "Actually, I'm not in such a hurry." He pointed to the pen and paper on the table, "There's nothing to do along the way, let me teach you how to read a few words."

"Okay." I really want to read and write, but so far, the only Tubo characters I've seen are the ones that are often engraved on the mani pile. "Can you teach me now?"

"Of course." Basang picked up the brush, wrote some squiggly lines on the paper, and told me, "This is Yang Jin, your name, let's learn this first today."

I reached out to pick up the pen in his hand, but Basang looked at my hand and said "Hey!", "The thick callus on your middle finger looks like someone who has held a pen for a lifetime."

My sweat suddenly dripped down, maybe it was because the fire in the stove on the car was too hot.

He tried to untie the robe, but there was a loud crash, and the mother-of-pearl in his arms scattered all over the floor.It turned out that from returning home to moving, the mother-of-pearl had been forgotten to take it out.

Basang watched my mother-of-pearl come out after shaking a robe, and asked me, "Are you sick?"

"No." I told him that it was going to be exchanged for salt with Han merchants at the market.

Basang helped me pick up the fritillary that had fallen into the carriage, shook his head and said, "Ganoderma lucidum, gastrodia elata, snow lotus, safflower and this fritillary are all very valuable to the Central Plains, but here we can only Exchange some worthless things with those profiteers of the Han nationality."

"Then why can't we take these directly to the Central Plains to sell?" I asked Basang casually.

He looked at me and smiled, "Because we Tibetans are like you and don't want to leave home."

I smiled a few times.

Basang said to me: "The Central Plains and Tubo are going to open and close the market. Our good things must be set at a reasonable price, so as not to be cheated by profiteers. Rongdi is better than us at this point." He seemed to be touched by something, shook his head and sighed and said to me: "Rong Di's strength is not unreasonable."

"I don't understand this." I shook my head.

"What kind of life does Yang Jin want?" Basang asked.

Without hesitation, I replied: "Of course I raise yaks, and I raise a lot of yaks." After a moment of hesitation, I added: "I still want to stop paying tribute to Rong Di."

"If we don't want to pay tribute to Rongdi, we must be strong. To be strong, we must have more horses, raise more soldiers, and build better weapons." Basang said, "All of these need money. You have to have money first."

He put down the mother-of-pearl in his hand, and put the pen back into my hand, "We in Tibet need people who can do business with Han merchants and know how to make money."

Now I understood, "Our Fritillaria not only needs to change salt, but also more salt, tea, porcelain, and cotton cloth."

"Correct."