Economic and Trade Song Dynasty

I don't know what Yueyue said to General Xuebietai, but their itinerary was changed. They were going to the city of Keshahar, and took the road Ayiga said to Shazhou.

Now their location is three days' walk away from Keshi Ha'er, and the grasslands all the way are smooth.

Keshihar is one of the hubs from the East to the Western Regions and even the West (Silk Road).Bringing together all languages, all skin colors, and all races.

When seeing this city for the first time, Qin Juan first thought of Tang Sancai.

When walking from the sand dunes, the yellow, white, brown, blue and green colors intertwine in front of your eyes, just like the painter's Yanzhan.

The beauty is shocking, but Hal is not peaceful in this turbulent era, but the dancers on the side of the road are still happy, the troops come and go, the turmoil and panic seem to have nothing to do with them, they are still dancing on the drums. Tone, twisting the waist like brushing willows, and shaking the arms very fast.

When their army passed here, occasionally a dancing girl would throw a wink at the carriage.

Some soldiers touched them when they passed by, and after Ayiga stopped them with a whip, he still boldly stretched out his hand to touch the girls.

The girls were all resolved, and there was no unhappiness.

Every day he handed the money bag in his pocket to Songman, but Songman didn't understand, he patted his head and said: "Your father told you to throw it out and give it to those sisters."

Songman hesitated for a moment, nodded, and threw a handful of silver beans in the purse.

"Wow! You are a prodigal son! I want you to throw it away, but you throw so much! I don't have any money to support you!" Seeing the silver beans, the dancing girls bent down to pick them up, and they smiled at the people in the carriage. Saying words of gratitude in various languages.

Why are you so happy?

Looking at the smiling faces, Qin Juan frowned imperceptibly.

Like Gesanghua emerging from the chaos and filth, it is warm and poignant.Obviously living in troubled times, in order to survive, they have to endure men's teasing and molesting. They are still dancing and dancing, still laughing enthusiastically and unrestrainedly.

After eating, purchasing, supplying, and resting overnight, their army went away, like a cloud that appeared over Keshahar, coming and going lightly.

The map that Nunumohe gave to Ayiga was incomplete and needs to be explored.

Qin Juan knows Nunu too well, and Nunu will always leave a way out for himself, and he will not give the complete map to Ayiga.

On the third day after entering the desert, they encountered a caravan with a huge number of people. Qin Juan had not seen such a large caravan for many years. His father took him to see the Chamber of Commerce when he was in the Kingdom of Jin before. The size of a caravan and chamber of commerce is comparable.

Because they were a returning east army of about 1000 people, the caravan of hundreds of people probably stopped because of fear and let their army go first.

When passing in front of the caravan, Qin Juan noticed that the rider in front of the caravan did not look like a Semu man, nor did he look like a Mongolian man, but rather Han Chinese.

Generally, the leader of the caravan rides a horse, not a hunchback, so it is easy to distinguish the leader.

He also noticed that there were a few children in the caravan who looked as old as him, and their eyes were clean with a bit of novel inquiry.

...Probably because I have never seen a different caravan fight, or even an army that didn't even ask questions.

Xuebietai and the son of King Yiwen would not trouble the caravan every day. I heard that Xuebietai was stationed in the southwest mountains when he was young, so now he is withdrawn and reticent. Those lieutenants talked a lot.

As for Prince Yiwen's son, he didn't even bother to let his subordinates rob merchants.

Crossing the desert, you can see the grassland immediately, and the other side of the grassland is Ya'er Qiancheng.

There were more and more business travelers coming and going, and the hunchbacks with bells tied around their necks blinked at them foolishly. They walked happily, as if they were old businessmen rushing to make money.

Arriving at Ya'erqian was at dawn on this day, and the morning market had just started.

"Masters, would you like a bowl of milk bean curd?"

Seeing the army of thousands of people pass by, some bold peddlers began to accost them, probably because their army passed through the city in an orderly manner, and did not take their things with them, let alone rob them of their things.

Songman in the carriage heard it, raised the curtain of the carriage and said to Jibu: "Jibu Jibu, I want to eat bean curd!"

When Songman yelled, a child with a thick head and a thick head stuck out his head behind the peddler.

Songman looked at the child, and after just a glance, he was attracted by Milky Douhua again.

Tofu bean curd, a delicacy that condenses the wisdom of the Han people, has only been introduced to the Western Regions for a few hundred years.

Therefore, in Ya'er Qiancheng, hawkers who make tofu and bean curd can make a lot of money in a day.

Milk tofu and milk tofu were improved by Mongolian people on top of Han tofu and tofu. When did they rise, probably after tofu was introduced from the Central Plains.

"Get out of the car and have dinner." They stopped after saying an order, and Ayiga didn't want to say anything to him, but now he was the bodyguard of every day, so he could only obey.

Ayiga asked his subordinates to buy it, and soon the vendor wrapped it up and handed it over to the soldiers.

"It smells so good." Songman drank bean curd and ate milk tofu, and handed him a piece of grilled beef. The two of them ate happily, probably they had forgotten about Qin Juan long ago.

Qin Juan and Ji Buza outside the carriage swallowed in tacit understanding.

"Huh?" Ayiga threw a bag of meat buns over and raised an eyebrow at Qin Juan.

Qin Juan took the meat bun thrown by Ayiga, and just called him his brother.

Aw, Ayiga is his own brother.

Ayiga raised his eyebrows again, walked away with his head held high and his chest held high.

Qin Juan tore open the warm paper bag, took out the meat bun and just took a bite, the pork overflowed with oil and water, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth...

Jibuza swallowed again.

Only then did Qin Juan think of Ji Buza, smiled awkwardly, and handed the bun bag to Ji Buza.

Jibuza picked up the bag and ate three...

Qin Juan was dumbfounded on the spot.

Seeing how delicious Ji Buza's food was, Qin Juan became even hungrier. After eating one, he ate three more. After a while, the two of them ate up a bag of meat buns.

Jibuza touched his stomach and blushed and said that the meat buns made by the Han people are really delicious.

Neither of them was full, so Qin Juan was spared.

"Brother Qin Juan, I can't finish my bean curd, do you want some?" A small head poked out from the window of the carriage, with round black eyes and a timid smile.

"..." Qin Juan was speechless and didn't want to talk, but he was really a little hungry.

Jibuza wanted to cry, but why didn't this young master Songman ask him, Qin Juan would not say that he wanted to eat because he had a good face.

"eat."

Jibuza didn't expect Qin Juan to take Songman's leftover breakfast.

The untouched milk tofu was cut into strips and piled on the plate, and there was a large bowl of hot milk flowers that had not been touched.

"I can't eat too many things made with milk." Qin Juan picked up a few pieces of milk tofu and took a sip of tofu curd, then handed the rice plate to Ji Buza.

Ji Buza ate happily.

As the army went away, the peddlers of milk bean curd filled their pots and waved goodbye to them. The children of the peddler's family stared at the departing army, not knowing what they were thinking.

They replenished water and food at the gate of the city, and did not stay overnight in Ya'er, so they embarked on the road to Woduan, Dacheng.

There is a vast desert between Ya'erqian and Wuduan, which is not a big deal, because the distance between Wuduan and Luobu City, and the distance between Luobu City and Shazhou City, is twice as large as this sand sea.

Therefore, before arriving in Shazhou, they had to pass through the endless desert, and they had to walk for at least one and a half months.

This is the only way to go to and from the Western Regions in the Tang Dynasty.

After walking in this sandy sea for six or seven days, they encountered a strong wind.

The overwhelming wind and sand made it impossible for them to walk.

Ayiga told them to protect the water and food so that they would not get separated.

The most difficult thing is the night, even if several people hug each other, they can still hear the whistling wind and sand, just like the countless monsters and ghosts that appeared in the sand mountains recorded by Xuanzang in "The Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty".

Qin Juan heard that the timid Khitan counselor in the team had folded his palms together and started reciting the "Ksitigarbha Sutra".

Jibuza finally stopped crying after feeding Songman the soothing herbal medicine, and now he was sleeping deeply in Qin Juan's arms.

The wind was too strong, and Qin Juan was worried that so many of them would be swept away by the wind, but the master of divination in the army said that they were not in the strong wind, but were "coerced" by the strong wind. will restore calm.

Qin Juan didn't understand this kind of nonsense. He didn't believe in these divinations at all, but he only wanted the wind to take a detour. He didn't want to see someone die here.

only……

Bones and broken stones, pearls and agates, precious stones and golden bells on the fortune-teller's wind streamer... jingling bells blown by the wind.

Distant, like an ancient movement.

For some reason, the previously restless mood was suddenly suppressed.

He felt that Riri was holding his arm so hard that he could even catch the shallow breathing in his arms amidst the howling wind...

The strong wind stopped two days later, but the 1000-man army became more than 700 people... They don't know where the missing people went, and their main force completely lost their direction.

The magnetic poles of the compass failed, and the abstract map could not tell where they were now.

When I looked up, there was only long yellow sand.

Dizziness came so fast, some people seemed to see the light of Buddha.

They started kneeling and even chanting...

"what happened?"

"Look there, Qin." Ayiga pointed to the distance.

Is it Buddha Light?In the midst of the sunrise, it seems as if a Bodhisattva descended into the world... as if he came through the ancient Sanskrit singing, and his whole body was covered with golden light...

No, how is that possible.

Qin Juan's eyes were stinging, and it took him a long time to open his dry lips: "It's a mirage."

Ayiga didn't understand Chinese, so he didn't understand it. Qin Juan didn't know how to explain this in Mongolian, and Nunu didn't teach him.

"We have to find the water source." After a moment of silence, Qin Juan patted Ayiga on the shoulder.

Ayiga nodded, and just as he stood up with support, they heard the sound of the camel bell.

This is the camel bell of the caravan, to distinguish it from the army, so that it will not be attacked. Their sound is loud and can be heard far away...

What they didn't expect was that this caravan was the huge caravan they encountered before entering Kesihar.