Fall In Love with the Technology Tree

The king's tent of Wuhuan in eastern Liaoning was camped on the grassland less than 120 miles south of Tongliao. Su Guchuan didn't go back to his tribe, he went directly to the king's tent and arrived at his destination before dark.

I saw that the sun had already fallen halfway below the undulating horizon in the west, and the red afterglow fell on the grassland like a flame. Among them, there is a place where the dazzling light is reflected, and it is not necessary to get too close to see that it is the golden top of the king's tent.

Su Guchuan pulled the reins and lowered the horse's running speed. The black good horse, while panting heavily, passed through the gradually dense Wuhuan tents. Along the way, dogs barked incessantly, slaves drove cattle and sheep to escape in a hurry, while fat warriors and nobles struttingly showed Su Guchuan their new jewelry.

Because of the trampling and the grazing of cattle and sheep, the closer you are to the king tent, the sparser the vegetation on the land, exposing the sandy soil. And the tan flavor, which is combined with the taste of benzoin, is more intense.

"I want to see your lord." Su Guchuan turned over and dismounted in front of the felt cloth covered with red agate on the king's tent.

The two enchanting female slaves bowed down and bowed, and explained with some embarrassment: "Your Excellency is seeing a guest..."

Su Guchuan frowned, and was about to speak when he saw a Han cook and a group of slaves approaching, each holding a delicate ceramic plate, the aroma of food rushed to him Drill in the nose. Just by smelling the taste and looking at the shape, you can know that there is no shortage of beef, sheep, chicken and duck.

Su Guchuan was stunned for a moment, and this group of people entered the king's tent. As soon as the curtain opened and closed, there were laughter and voices persuading drinking.

Su Guchuan tied the reins of his mount to a stake, as if he would not leave: "Two..."

As soon as the conversation started, I saw the second team rushing over, but it was a group of dancers with heavy makeup. After hurriedly bowing to Su Guchuan, they flew into the yurt like a butterfly.

Su Guchuan frowned and opened his mouth.

The Han cook who just entered came out with the slaves delivering the dishes, interrupting Su Guchuan again.

Liaodong Wuhuan's nephew was completely black, and reached out and grabbed the cook's collar.

This is a man whose neck is so fat that he can't see his neck clearly. His height is less than Su Guchuan's shoulders, and he is shorter than many women. The front of his clothes was oily, and Su Guchuan's hands were dirty.

"Dan Da, who is inside?" Su Guchuan opened his mouth to speak Chinese, and only he and the Han cook could understand.

The big, gleaming eyes of the dodgy dodged quickly.

Su Guchuan held the handle of the knife with the other hand, and said solemnly: "To be honest, otherwise I will kill you first and then chop it up to feed the dog."

Hearing this, a long continuous "woo-" like a whistle came from the big nose of the dolphin. "Little Wang, you have something to say. I'm just a craftsman who barely makes ends meet..."

"Hehe. Didn't you stole from the Lu family in Wuyoucheng, and escaped here because you were afraid of losing your legs?"

The dolphin's eyes widened: "You-I-"

"I don't have time for your **** - tell me, who's in there?"

"It's the messenger of the Yuan family in Jizhou." Dou Da spoke like a chicken pecking at rice, and it was almost impossible, "The Lord is the king. Such a big Chanyu seal, and gold."

Su Guchuan let go, ignoring the panting fat cook and the shivering female slave, lifted the felt cloth and strode in.

The king's tent was illuminated orange by flames. Singing and dancing in the fireworks, the aroma of wine and flesh is intoxicating. Su Puyan sat on the top with a big waist and a rounded waist, and the small eyes full of flesh on his face narrowed into a warning arc when he saw Su Guchuan.

Su Guchuan took a step and sat down on the seat next to the door, without saying a word.

Seeing that the nephew did not come to trouble, Su Puyan was satisfied. "This is my nephew Su Guchuan." Lord Wuhuan of Liaodong said to a long-clothed and wide-sleeved messenger in the guest room.

The messenger's white face and beautiful beard, typical of the Central Plains family's favorite appearance. He gave Su Guchuan a salute that was out of tune with the environment, and said, "Xiao Wang is a talented person, and he looks like a hero."

"Ha." As soon as the messenger finished speaking, he heard a sneer. It was Su Puyan's eldest son Husu. Su Guchuan's eldest cousin hugged him from side to side at the banquet, very happy, but when he heard someone praise Su Guchuan, he was the first to take down the sign: "He was born as a slave, but he can't be an angel and said 'Little Wang'. '."

Su Guchuan patted the table, the plates fought, and half a bowl of wine was spilled: "Your aunt gave birth to you, so you have a face?"

"You, you little tribal leader, dare to choke me? I am the Wuhuan king who will be enfeoffed in the future."

Su Guchuan: "Huh."

His sneer made the big cousin turn over a table of fat roasted meat: "Are you fighting? Come on? Who is counseling and who is raised by slaves."

Huo Su glared at Su Guchuan, and Su Guchuan also glared at his eldest cousin.

The messenger looked at the momentary tense scene, and Su Puyan's face was completely dark. "Stop it all for me! There are outsiders, what's the noise?!"

Wang Yin, who had just fallen in love with him, was left alone. Lord Wuhuan raised his hand to see off the guest, and said to the messenger, "Let's go. I know what you said."

The messenger Shi Shiran stood up and said, "The people of the grasslands have clear grievances. Since you have accepted the canonization of the lord, please be accurate."

Su Puyan became even more impatient and said loudly, "Ah, ah, I see. I'll lend him three thousand warriors."

"Three thousand? This is too shabby, right?" The messenger smiled contemptuously, "Three thousand people, a big head can do it, not the pomp of a Wuhuan king."

The flesh on Su Puyan's face twitched.

The messenger made persistent efforts: "The tribe controlled by Lord Wuyan is not as good as you, but he sent ten thousand horses.

"Then I will pay 10,000." Su Puyan said, "No more. You Han people are very bad."

The messenger smiled and complimented: "Your pasture spreads from Liaodong to Yinshan, your cattle and sheep are innumerable, and your warriors fight in all directions, even Xianbei can't stop it. Your lord thinks highly of you At a glance, even the box containing the seal is made of fragrant wood that is worth a thousand gold, and if you use enough force, you are also proclaiming your prestige."

Su Puyan's expression turned slightly: "You speak nicely. If it weren't for the ignorance of the children at home, I would like to stay with you for a few more days."

"As long as Lord Qiao Wang helps the lord to defeat Cao Cao, Liaodong Xianbei, Goguryeo, Lv Bu and Xu Rong will all be respected by you."

So Yuan Shao's messenger left with a smile on his face. After the slaves who cleaned up the scraps also hurriedly withdrew, only the silent slave owners were left in the king's tent.

"You went to Tongliao?" Su Puyan asked first.

"Go to change the salt—Are you going to surrender to Yuan Shao? Don't you want to be a fool?"

"How did you talk?" Husui kicked the table away and choked again, "If it wasn't for the father who took you in, you would still be a slave."

This is called "Father King" in Chinese. Su Guchuan sneered, ignoring this big cousin who has been fooled by the royal etiquette, and only looked at Su Puyan: "I can't exchange salt and iron on the Dongmu Line, because of the Chishan incident. How will I spend the winter this winter? Ever since Lu Bu was stationed in Xuan Dou, the Dongmu Line has been built. They haven't suffered such a big loss, and they will definitely take revenge."

Su Guchuan was trying his best to ignore this big cousin, but he couldn't hold back: "Do you have forage seeds? Do you know how to hoard? You have coal? ? You can fish?"

Exhale: "There are Han slaves, just whip them with a whip."

Su Guchuan: "Where are the Han slaves in Liaodong now? They were all taken away by the Eagle Rider."

Breath speed: "It's all over after Tongliao. If it doesn't work, raise the rent, you can't buy anything with money."

"You Liaodong Blow, be a slave and be emotional."

"You look good when you lick Yuan Shao? Xiao-wang-"

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Su Puyan sat on his tiger skin, frowned, listening to his son and nephew quarreling for a long time, then said: "I am not Wuhuan Chanyu, Tadun is Chanyu, he If we take refuge in Yuan Shao, we can only go with him."

Su Guchuan turned his eyes back to his uncle: "You are our Lord Wuhuan, you have to think about your people."

Su Puyan stared at Su Guchuan with gleaming small eyes: "The winter pasture line is squeezing our pasture, and the warriors have enough to eat and drink, so they have no blood."

Su Guchuan retracted his expression, and he suddenly realized that this uncle was not at all distracted by rewards and bribes.

"Follow Yuan Shao to go to the Central Plains to **** it once, but also leave a way for yourself. Otherwise, within a few generations, the Liaodong Wuhuan will not exist."

Su Guchuan grinded his posterior molars: "There is no way out, no try. If you lose the bet, you will die."

Whisper, who was left aside by his father and cousin, jumped out again unwilling to be lonely: "You bastard, if you are afraid, go back to your old master and see if she will accept you as a **** slave, I'll give you a Liaodong nationality."

Su Guchuan stood up, straightened his back, with a bitter face: "I can read and write 2,000 Chinese characters and have no criminal record. I want to be from Liaodong, and I was from Liaodong ten years ago. It is because I know that I am a Wuhuan, and it is only today."

Seeing his expression, Su Puyan seemed to understand something, the cold expression on his face gradually disappeared, becoming angry and sad: "You won't follow me? Chuaner, you won't follow me already?"

Su Guchuan punched his chest: "Uncle, let's bet separately. The big Han family is to bet separately. No matter which side wins, some of the Wuhuan will survive."

He finally performed the etiquette of his own nation to the elder known as the Liaodong Wuhuan, and then left Su Puyan's royal tent.

The sunset has completely set, and the sky is full of sunset. Su Guchuan walked on a single horse on the blood-red grassland, with salt, tea and iron pots he bought from Tongliao hanging on the horse's butt. A stiff bow was tied around the simple leather saddle, given to him by the woman herself.

At that time, Su Guchuan was a slave boy who had just turned sixteen and won the third place in the All-Liaodong Youth Riding and Archery Competition. The woman wore a prairie-style fur hat and read the award speech written by the official: "...The third place is Su Chuan from Xiangping..."

"I'm not from Xiangping, I'm from Wuhuan." The boy who had been silent interrupted her, in front of tens of thousands of people.

She raised her head, her dark eyes showed obvious surprise.

"My mother is a Wuhuan, and she told me before she died that I am a Wuhuan."

"Sorry." She smiled, "I just made a mistake. The third place is Wuhuan Su Chuan. This is the first time that a Wuhuan person has won a prize in my competition. ,I am very happy."

Su Guchuan chose Liaodong because there is survival there.

He believed that there was life there, and it was life with dignity.