Chapter 170: Interracial Barbarian King 13

It was late at night after Urhan's wound was treated. The cheering and noise caused by the triumphant triumph of the warriors outside the big tent had completely subsided, and everyone was asleep.
Urhan also lay down, habitually wanting to put her arms in her arms, but she frowned at the layers of gauze wrapped around her chest, silently refused, and had to regretfully dismiss the thoughts.
"Ogle is dead," he said suddenly.
Jiang Rui had already closed his eyes and opened them again when he heard these words. He thought for a while and said, "This Rong attack is related to him?"
"I don't know if it's related, he didn't leave a handle this time." Urhan thought of the people who died in the battle, and his voice sank. "But he had colluded with the Rong and was a betrayer. Killed our people, so I can't keep him."
Jiang Rui nodded, indicating that she was clear. Although she knew that Urhan could not commit suicide by Ogle, she wanted to get rid of a person on the battlefield. There were ways to do it, so she didn't ask much.
Although the returning warriors were all injured, the transition could not be delayed. They only took a day off before setting out, leaving the shore of Moon Lake, and heading to the summer pasture.
Carrying a lot of bags and driving cattle and sheep, the team did not move fast. It took five days before they arrived at their destination and then set up camp along a winding river on the grassland.
Although he was on his way in the past few days, Jiang Rui still changed Urhan's wound medicine every day.
Probably the threat of stitches was still in his mind. Although Urhan was riding on the horse, he knew to be careful, but did not open the wound. When they arrived at the summer field, his terrifying gap finally began to close. Scab.
It has been a short time since Jiang Rui gave the seeds to the group of children. As she expected, more than 60% of the seeds had sprouted, and the rest were varieties that were not suitable for this season or were not adapted to the northwestern climate.
The children who germinated were elated, but those who did not germinate were all down. Fortunately, to their surprise, Lan Shi gave them other seeds that could germinate, and when they arrived at the new station, every child held it in their hands. With a green seedling.
Jiang Rui learned that they will stay here for about three months, which is long enough for the crops to blossom and bear fruit. So after she told Urhan, she marked a place near the tent area for the children to transplant their respective seedlings from the container to the ground.
Selecting land, weeding, transplanting, fertilizing... All the steps are done by her instructing the children, and the first thing those children have to do after class every day is to go to the field to see the baby they have planted, weeding and removing insects , Loose soil and water, more competent than a real farmer.
And the children seem to be omnipotent, able to cope with all the conditions of the plants, and admire the children.
Half a month later, the scab of Urhan's wound fell off, leaving a scar that looked like a flesh-pink bug, which was particularly conspicuous across the dark skin. He himself didn't care about this. For Yudi warriors, the more scars on their bodies, the more proof their bravery.
"I got news that a caravan from Da Zhao will arrive here in a few days. Does the Lan family want anything?"
When Urhan went out, he only wore a waistcoat. When he returned to the big tent, he immediately took off the sweat towel and the clothes on his chest spread out like two strips of cloth. Hanging on both sides of the body, revealing a strong chest. In fact, if it weren't for the fact that there is still a Yanshi in the tent, he would still want to go naked for fear that she would not accept it.
But the current situation is not much better than naked. Fortunately, Jiang Rui is used to turning a blind eye to the strong muscles in front of him. Hearing his words, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Caravan? I remember that Da Zhao had no business dealings with Bei Di."
Urhan licked his lips and did not conceal: "Emperor Jokhang did not allow it, but profits can always drive people to take risks. Most of the tea, salt, and cloth in the clan were bought from the merchants."
Therefore, those merchants are private traffickers. If they are discovered by the government, they have to behead their heads, and they will be risky along the way from Da Zhao to the gathering places of these tribes, unsuitable weather, vicious beasts, and robbers blocking the way. It is possible to kill people. Under such a huge danger, there are people who are willing to make a living by this. It is conceivable how much interest is tempting them.
Jiang Rui shook his head, "No, I don't need anything for now."
Her guess was quickly verified. Jiang Rui did not show up when the caravan came. Qiuhua went to join in the fun, and complained to her after returning.
"What caravan? Even though they are both Jokhang, I have to say, they are really profiteers! Princess, you know, Ulan used ten sheepskins to exchange for a piece of brocade cloth, which is only enough for children at most The color of the body and clothes is not good. And the tea leaves, I smell musty, and even said that one or two tea leaves and one silver tael, why not grab it!"
Jiang Rui is not surprised, the term "exotic goods can be occupied" applies everywhere. The Di people need those items, so even if the price is high, they have to buy them.
Maybe someone would rob the caravan directly before, but this would have a consequence. No caravan dared to do business with that tribe anymore. They had to spend a higher price to obtain these necessities from other sources, so they had to compromise. The current state of unfair trading.
But this situation can never last long. Once the merchants ask for prices beyond the range of these nomads, or when the food is in short supply and the harvest is not good, they can’t pay the price, so they can only kill and grab. If the merchants dare not Come, it is very likely that he will attack Da Zhao, at any cost in exchange for survival.
To solve this situation, unless Da Zhao agrees to negotiate with Beidi and build a fair trading environment.
Jiang Rui flexed his fingers on the desktop, thinking about how to achieve this goal.
Urhan opened the tent and entered, bringing in a breath of heat.
"Why didn't you read the book today? I'm finished?" He sat next to Jiang Rui, thinking about the possibility of changing a few books from the caravan to Lan Shi.
"There are many more." Jiang Rui shook his head, seeing his sweaty face, and handing it over to a cup of sour plum soup from the teapot on the table.
Urhan took his head up and poured it out. The next moment, his tough face twisted into a ball, restraining the urge to vomit, and swallowing hard. His sense of taste is sharper than that of ordinary people, and it is the sour plum soup that he has never touched. After a cup, the whole tongue will be numb.
But looking at Yanshi, holding a cup in his hand, taking a sip from time to time, the expression on his face did not change at all, and Urhan admired it.
Lan Shi seemed to be thinking about something, he didn't say anything to interrupt him, just watched.
It’s hot, not only did he wear less, Jiang Rui also changed into summer clothes, which is different from autumn and winter, which looks solemn even in normal clothes. Her summer clothes are very simple, just like this, the light fabric is easy to fit. At this moment, she put one hand on the table, from the white neck to the round shoulders to the slender arms, all the graceful curves were captured by Urhan.
He looked at it for a while, unconsciously poured himself a cup of cold tea, his face twisted again.
The caravan was stationed at a certain distance from the Di people. He had just returned from the trading area, and the cunning merchants raised the price again. Every time the price increased, almost always stepping on the bottom line of the tribe’s acceptance. So far, they can still use salt and tea for the time being, but with the same amount of sheepskin, there are fewer and fewer items in exchange. Urhan can feel the tension and dissatisfaction of the tribe. If the harvest in summer and autumn is not good, they cannot support it. Over the winter, I am afraid this emotion will explode.
The manifestation of their outbreak in the past was to go to Da Zhao to "borrow" some supplies. Now the situation is different. His Kan is a Da Zhao. If he robbed her of her homeland, Urhan felt that his fate might not be so good.
He recalled in his mind the scene where she had seen a female wolf in a pack of wolves before, and beat her head to her head.
Forget it, it won't work, go and copy the Rong clan's lair.
The author has something to say:
Lao Jiu: Being afraid of my wife...How can you be afraid of your wife? Can you be afraid of things between husband and wife? Hey, there are four ways to catch a lamb, do you know?